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After the enormity of his crime had been brought before him, the greatness of the punishment that he must endure now came across Norbert's mind. It was only now that Jean had ventured to tell him of M. de Puymandour's visit; and such a change had taken place in Norbert that he looked upon this visit as a special arrangement made by Providence.
The trick was rather a more difficult one than Diana had, from Norbert's account, anticipated, as she had thought that she would have been received by the Duchess like some ministering angel sent down to earth to console an unhappy captive.
One bit of patronage at least she could exercise; a married pair of former Homestead servants had set up a fuel store at St. Norbert's, receiving coal from the ships, and retailing it. They were to supply the F. U. E. E. with wood, coal, and potatoes; and this was a great ingredient in Mrs. Curtis's toleration. The mother liked anything that brought custom to Rossitur and Susan.
"She never has a child." "Pooh! What of that?" exclaimed Valentine. "If Anne-Marie is to raise our hearts she ought to be like spotless marble, and Norbert's kisses should leave no mark upon her." But she was interrupted, for Celeste, the maid, a tall dark girl with an equine head, big features, and a pleasant air, now came in with the two children.
On hearing the woman whom he loved with such intense passion confess that she would sooner die than live apart from him, Norbert's brain reeled. "Diana, my own Diana!" repeated he, as he hung over her. But she went on, as though speaking through the promptings of delirium. "The very day after such a fair prospect! Ah, Duke de Champdoce! You are a hard and pitiless man.
He raised his glass to his lips as he spoke. "It is good, is it not?" said he. "You can't get stuff with an aroma like that hereabouts." The extreme deference of the man, coupled with the excellence of the spirit, opened Norbert's heart in a very short space of time.
By the quick perception which many women possess, she dived into Norbert's inmost soul; she felt that he had suffered, and her sympathy for him brought with it the dawn of love, and by the time she had left the chapel she had registered a solemn vow that she would one day be Norbert's wife.
Norbert's neighbourhood, whom she met seldom, but was supposed to know intimately. "And they say you have the hero here the Victoria Cross man and that you know him. You must show him to me, and get me introduced." "There is no Victoria Cross man here," said Rachel, coldly. "Colonel Keith did not have one." "Oh, no, I don't mean Colonel Keith, but Captain Alexander Keith, quite a young man.
Grace suggested communication with the clergyman of the parish; but the North Hill turned out not to belong to St. Norbert's proper, being a part of a great moorland parish, whose focus was twelve miles off.
"Very good, your Grace." "Wait a little. You will spend the night in his room and keep a strict watch upon him. He may design to make his escape. If he attempts it, restrain him, if necessary, by physical force. Should he prove too strong for you, call to me; I shall be near, and will come to your aid." This unexpected precaution upon the Duke's part upset all Norbert's plans of escape.
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