"But not always relatives."
A lofty look passed over the other's face.
"I am the only de Lincy."
"Will Monsieur lend me his seal?" said Maître Gilles to Lecour. Then, handing it to the de Lincy, he exclaimed, "Here is a discovery of mine!"
"What, are these my arms?" cried the old man.
"Yes, sir, preserved for generations in a distant colony by a branch that does you honour. Permit me, sir, to introduce you to your cousin, Monsieur LeCour de Lincy, of Canada, officer of the Bodyguard, and who longs to make the acquaintance of the head of his family."
De Lincy bowed ceremoniously, and, glancing again at the ring, examined it with avidity.
"The arms are those of my ancestors; and you say, sir, that this is an heirloom of your family in Canada."
Lecour nodded.
"Your name is really——"