I MUST confess that as I descended to the supper-room I could not help thinking of Lucien's last remark, "The other is my mother's carbine;" and this circumstance compelled me to regard Madame de Franchi more closely than I had hitherto done.
When her son entered the _salle a manger,_ he respectfully kissed her hand, and she received this homage with queenly dignity.
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