A pure and equal love for each divided her heart.  She fancied indeed that she had two hearts.  On their side, the brothers dared not speak to themselves of their impending rivalry.  Perhaps all three were trusting to time and accident.  The condition of her mind on this subject acted no doubt upon Laurence as they entered the house, for she hesitated a moment, and then took an arm of each as she entered the salon followed by Monsieur and Madame d’Hauteserre, who were occupied with their sons.  Just then a cheer burst from the servants, “Long live the Cinq-Cygne and the Simeuse families!” Laurence turned round, still between the brothers, and made a charming gesture of acknowledgement.

When these nine persons came to actually observe each other,—­for in all meetings, even in the bosom of families, there comes a moment when friends observe those from whom they have been long parted,—­the first glance which Adrien d’Hauteserre cast upon Laurence seemed to his mother and to the abbe to betray love.  Adrien, the youngest of the d’Hauteserres, had a sweet and tender soul; his heart had remained adolescent in spite of the catastrophes which had nerved the man.  Like many young heroes, kept virgin in spirit by perpetual peril, he was daunted by the timidities of youth.  In this he was very different from his brother, a man of rough manners, a great hunter, an intrepid soldier, full of resolution, but coarse in fibre and without activity of mind or delicacy in matters of the heart.  One was all soul, the other all action; and yet they both possessed in the same degree that sense of honor which is the vital essence of a gentleman.  Dark, short, slim and wiry, Adrien d’Hauteserre gave an impression of strength; whereas Robert, who was tall, pale and fair, seemed weakly.  Adrien, nervous in temperament, was stronger in soul; while his brother though lymphatic, was fonder of bodily exercise.  Families often present these singularities of contrast, the causes of which it might be interesting to examine; but they are mentioned here merely to explain how it was that Adrien was not likely to find a rival in his brother.  Robert’s affection for Laurence was that of a relation, the respect of a noble for a girl of his own caste.  In matters of sentiment the elder d’Hauteserre belonged to the class of men who consider woman as an appendage to man, limiting her sphere to the physical duties of maternity; demanding perfection in that respect, but regarding her mentally as of no account.  To such men the admittance of woman as an actual sharer in society, in the body politic, in the family, meant the subversion of the social system.  In these days we are so far removed from this theory of primitive people that almost all women, even those who do not desire the fatal emancipation offered by the new sects, will be shocked in merely hearing of it; but it must be owned that Robert d’Hauteserre had the misfortune to think in that way.  Robert was a man of the middle-ages, Adrien a man of to-day.  These differences instead of hindering their affection had drawn its bonds the closer.  On the first evening after the return of the young men these shades of character were caught and understood by the abbe, Mademoiselle Goujet, and Madame d’Hauteserre, who, while playing their boston, were secretly foreseeing the difficulties of the future.