"Good morning," said Jean.
Pierre rose.
"Good morning," and they shook hands as if nothing had occurred.
"Are you not coming down to breakfast?"
"Well—you see—I have a good deal to do." The elder brother's voice was tremulous, and his anxious eye asked his younger brother what he meant to do.
"They are waiting for you."
"Oh! There is—is my mother down?"
"Yes, it was she who sent me to fetch you."
"Ah, very well; then I will come."
At the door of the dining-room he paused, doubtful about going in first; then he abruptly opened the door and saw his father and mother seated at the table opposite each other.