His brother's horse and Laurence's followed him.

When they had put some distance between themselves and the rest of the party Laurence attempted to speak, but tears were at first her only language.
"I will enter a cloister," she said at last.
"And let the race of Cinq-Cygne end ?" said the younger brother.

"Instead of one unhappy man, would you make two?
No, whichever of us must be your brother only, will resign himself to that fate.

It is the knowledge that we are no longer poor that has brought us to explain ourselves," he added, glancing at the marquis.

"If I am the one preferred, all this money is my brother's.