For a moment they still looked sulkily at each other, but I could see the clouds parting, and all at once Michael flung his arms round John Francis, with a loud laugh, " Embrace me, Brother-Big- Nose ! " cried he, and the others followed his ex- ample.
" Come, Martine, let us drink to the Breugnon brothers ourselves ! ! "
A few moments before, when I broke the ewer in my anger, I had cut my wrist a Httle, and left a little blood on the table. Anthony held his glass under the scratch in his pompous manner, and caught a drop.
" Let this wine from our father's veins be the seal of our reconciliation."
" What a disgusting idea! " I cried; " to think of spoiling good wine with such a mixture ! Throw it away, and if you want to drink my blood, you'll find it in a bottle of the best! "and thereupon we all drank and all agreed as to the vintage.
When they had gone and Martine was binding up my wrist, she said slyly, " You succeeded at last, you old scamp, didn't you? "
" Succeeded in what? In stopping the quarrel? "
" You know well enough what I mean," and she pointed to the broken fragments of the ewer on the table.