“Well, everything is settled,” he said.
“Then M. de Chateau Renaud has accepted?”
“Yes, on condition, however, that after he has fought you he shall be left in peace.”
“Oh, he may be quite easy; I am the last of the de Franchi. Have you seen him, or his seconds?”
“I saw him; he will notify MM. de Boissy and de Chateaugrand. The weapons, the hour and the place will be the same.”
“Capital, sit down and have some breakfast.”
The Baron seated himself, and we spoke on indifferent topics.
After breakfast Lucien begged us to introduce him to the Commissioner of Police, who had sealed up his brother’s property, and to the proprietors of the house at which his brother had lived, for he wished to sleep that night, the last night that separated him from his vengeance, in Louis’ room.
All these arrangements took up time, so it was not till five o’clock that Lucien entered his brother’s apartment. Respecting his grief, we left him there alone.
We had arranged to meet him again next morning at eight o’clock, and he begged me to bring the same pistols, and to buy them if they were for sale.