“I must congratulate you upon your recovery, M. de Talmont,” said Ivan.—“If you had seen him in the hospital at Vilna, madame,” he added, turning to Madame de Talmont, “you would rejoice and wonder at the change.”
“Ah, that well-remembered visit of yours!” returned Henri. “In every way it was a happy one for me. Do you know it has saved me a tedious and fruitless journey to Brie, and a long delay in finding my mother and sister?”
“How could that be?”
“I arrived in Paris last night, very late. This morning I chanced to see a young Russian gentleman in a uniform like yours; so I accosted him, and asked for news of you.”
“How did you know my name?”
Henri smiled. “Naturally I wished to know to whom I was indebted for so much kindness. So that day, after you left the hospital, I asked those about me, and easily found out who you were. Your comrade in the Chevalier Guard, whom I met this morning, informed me that you had been wounded, and were now at Versailles. Shall I tell you what he said besides?” he added with a comical air of hesitation. “Just this—‘He is a fortunate lad, born under a lucky star, and always sure to fall upon his feet. At present he is the guest of a perfectly charming family of the old noblesse, named De Talmont.’”
“O Henri!” cried the half-blushing, half-laughing Clémence. “I fear your residence abroad has not advanced you in the grace of modesty.”
“I shall punish you for that speech by deepening your blushes, sister mine,” returned Henri, laughing merrily. “For my informant, M. Tolstoi, was good enough to add, ‘There are two elder ladies of the most perfect grace and breeding; and a demoiselle with a face beautiful as the Madonna’s, and no doubt a soul that answers to her face.’ Of course after that I hastened to inform him that the young lady was my sister, and to beg for the address. So here I am.”
“But why did you not write to us during all this long weary time?” asked his mother. “Why did you allow us to fear, nay, to believe the worst?”
“I did write, dearest mother, from Vilna, no less than four times; and you can imagine how I longed for one word in reply, and how my heart sank as days and weeks and months passed in silence. Of course I sent all my letters to Brie.”