"What branch is the latter?"
"The LeCours de Lincy, formerly a conspicuous race in the annals of Poitou and very ancient. Their device: a golden lion rampant on an azure shield."
"A golden lion rampant on an azure shield," repeated Germain musing.
"By chance the last of the de Lincys is known to me, and sleeps not far from where we are sitting—a noble so old and poor that he never enjoys firewood, and apparently lives solely on the sight of his precious proofs of noblesse; a food which, excuse me, Monsieur, is, in my opinion, very innutritious."
A ray of hope crossed Germain's mind.
"Would he sell these proofs?"
The genealogist at once understood Germain's position, but he would take no mean advantage; he was honourable within his calling. He merely answered—
"No, sir."
"Could you not obtain copies?"
"For fifteen louis."