Brothers -- Fiction; Corsica (France) -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English; Twins -- Fiction; Vendetta -- Fiction
I asked permission to see Lucien's room once again, and he himself
conducted me thither, explaining everything to me.
"You know," he said, "if anything strikes you I hope you will take it,
it is yours."
I unhooked a small poignard hanging in an obscure corner, as if to
show that it had no value attached to it; and as I had seen Lucien
notice with some curiosity my hunting-belt and its appurtenances, I
begged him to accept it, and he had the good taste to take it without
being pressed.
At that moment Griffo appeared to tell me that the horse was saddled
and the guide waiting.
I put aside the little present I had intended to give to Griffo, which
consisted of a hunting-knife and two pistols attached to it, the
barrels of which were hidden in the hilt.
I never saw anybody so delighted as he was at this present.
I descended, and found Madame de Franchi at the bottom of the
staircase, where she was waiting to bid me good-bye, in the same place
where she had bade me welcome. I kissed her hand, feeling great
respect for such a simple-minded and yet so dignified a woman.
Lucien accompanied me to the door.
"On any other day," he said, "I would saddle my horse, and ride with
you beyond the mountain, but to-day I dare not quit Sullacaro for fear
that one or other of the newly-made friends might commit some folly."
"You are quite right," I said; "and for my own part, I am very glad to
have assisted at a ceremony so new to Corsica."
"Yes," he said, "you may well congratulate yourself, for you have
to-day witnessed a thing which is enough to make our ancestors turn in
their graves."
"I understand--their word was sufficient; they did not need a notary
to reconcile them, I suppose?"
"They were never reconciled at all."
He then shook me by the hand.
"Have you no message for your brother?" I said.
"Yes, certainly, if it will not incommode you to deliver it."
"Well, then, let us embrace. I can only deliver that which I am able
to receive." [See "Transcriber's Note."]
So we embraced each other.
"We shall see you again some day?" I said.
"Yes, if you come to Corsica."
"No, but won't you come to Paris?"
"I shall never go there," replied Lucien.
"In any case, you will find my card on the mantelpiece in your
brother's room--do not forget the address."
"I will promise you that should any event call me to the Continent you
shall have my first visit."
"Very well, that is agreed."
We shook hands once again and parted; but I noticed, so long as he
could see me, he followed me with his eyes.
All was quiet in the village, although, of course, there was the usual
agitation which follows the completion of a great public act; and as I
went along the street I sought my friend Orlandi, who had never
addressed a word to me, nor even thanked me; and so I passed the last
house in the village, and entered the open country without having seen
any one like him.
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