"Oh, you may rest assured, not in the Corsican fashion from behind a wall or through a hedge, but in the French manner, with white gloves on, a frilled shirt, and white cuffs." "And does Madame de Franchi know you have come to Paris with this intention?" "She does." "And she has let you come?" "She kissed me, and said, 'Go.' My mother is a true Corsican." "And so you came." "Here I am." "But your brother would not wish to be avenged were he alive." "Well, then," replied Lucien, smiling bitterly, "he must have changed his mind since he died." At this moment the valet entered, carrying the supper tray. Lucien ate like a man without a care in the world. After supper I showed him to his room. He thanked me, shook me by the hand, and wished me good-night. Next morning he came into my room as soon as the servant told him I was up. "Will you accompany me to Vincennes?" he said. "If you are engaged I will go alone." "Alone!" I replied. "How will you be able to find the spot?" "Oh, I shall easily recognize it. Do you not remember that I saw it in my dream?" I was curious to know how far he was correct in this. "Very well," I said, "I will go with you." "Get ready, then, while I write to Giordano. You will let Victor take the note for me, will you not?" "He is at your disposal." "Thank you." Ten minutes afterwards the letter was despatched. I then sent for a cabriolet and we drove to Vincennes. When we reached the cross-paths Lucien said, "We are not far off now, I think." "No; twenty paces further on we shall be at the spot where we entered the forest." "Here we are," said the young man, as he stopped the carriage. It was, indeed, the very spot! Lucien entered the wood without the least hesitation, and as if he had known the place for years. He walked straight to the dell, and when there turned to the eastward, and then advancing he stopped at the place where his brother had fallen: stooping down he perceived the grass wore the red tinge of blood. "This is the place," he said. Then he lightly kissed the spot where his brother had lain. Rising with flashing eyes he paced the dell to the spot whence Chateau Renaud had fired. "This is where he stood," he said, stamping his foot, "and here he shall lie to-morrow." "How!" I exclaimed. "To-morrow!" "Yes, unless he is a coward. For to-morrow he shall give me my revenge." "But, my dear Lucien," I said, "the custom in France is, as you are aware, that a duel cannot take place without a certain reason. Chateau Renaud called out your brother who had provoked him, but he has had nothing to do with you."