“21st September, 1819: 11 A.M.”
“Are these carbines also historical?” I asked.
“Yes,” he answered. “For us, at least, they bear a historical significance. One was my father’s—”
He hesitated.
“And the other,” I suggested.
“And the other,” he said, laughing, “is my mother’s. But let us go downstairs; my mother will be awaiting us.”
Then passing in front of me to show me the way he courteously signed to me to follow him.
CHAPTER V.
I MUST confess that as I descended to the supper-room I could not help thinking of Lucien’s last remark, “The other is my mother’s carbine;” and this circumstance compelled me to regard Madame de Franchi more closely than I had hitherto done.