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Updated: May 6, 2025
He took a flint and steel from the mantel and quickly struck spark after spark into them until they sprang into flames. Then he added his great genealogical tree of the de Lincys, whose branches withered and quivered, like his heart, as the fire attacked the broad folds of the parchment.
With tears he reached his arms to Germain and embraced him, and so strange is human nature that Germain, enclosed in that pathetic embrace, began to believe himself really a scion of the lost branch of the de Lincys, descendants of Hippolyte. Gilles departed, Germain remained.
"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 had had a jeweller cut on an old seal during the night the arms of the de Lincys. Speculating much, but saying little in reply to Gille's garrulity, he set off with him to the old noble's attic.
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