“Less known to him than to M. de Chateau Renaud who has already used them once. M. de Franchi has not even seen them.”
“That is sufficient, gentlemen. Come, Chateau Renaud!”
We immediately entered the wood, and each one felt, as he revisited the fatal spot, that a tragedy more terrible still was about to be enacted.
We soon arrived in the little dell.
M. de Chateau Renaud, thanks to his great self-command, appeared quite calm, but those who had seen both encounters could appreciate the difference.
From time to time he glanced under his lids at Lucien, and his furtive looks denoted a disquietude approaching to fear.
Perhaps it was the great resemblance between the brothers that struck him, and he thought he saw in Lucien the avenging shade of Louis.
While they were loading the pistols I saw him draw his hand from the breast of his coat. The fingers were enveloped in a handkerchief as if to prevent their twitching.
Lucien waited calmly, like a man who was sure of his vengeance.
Without being told, Lucien walked to the place his brother had occupied, which compelled Chateau Renaud to take up his position as before.