“Another Grantham!”
“Truly; and about the same age.”
“Oh, a twin.”
“By no means. You saw one brother in Paris, but I do not think you saw the other. Yet, very likely you did; they are, I am told, wonderfully alike. They were at the Ecole Militaire together. The relationship is unmistakable except to those who will not see.”
The old gossip laughed aloud, enjoying the other’s mystification.
“What singularity!” exclaimed Nadège. “Pray go on. I am no longer bored. I can even regard this portrait without a yawn. Who is this Captain Grantham? And why should I not know him here or see him in Paris? You tell me he is famous and the companion of princes.”
“He has a name of his own. It is descriptive and picturesque, besides being symbolic.”
“Ah? Pray pronounce it.”
“Brugnon.”
“What then? Where is the symbolism?”