rebellion of the young Marquis.

He often took his evening stroll in the direction of Champdoce, and,
pipe in mouth, would meditate over his schemes. Pausing on the brow of a
hill that overlooked the Chateau, he would shake his fist, and mutter,--

"He will come; ah, yes, he must come to me!"

And he was in the right, for, after a week spent in indecision, Norbert
knocked at the door of his father's bitterest enemy. Daumon, concealed
behind the window curtain, had watched his approach, and it was with the
same air of deference that he had welcomed the Marquis, as he took care
to call him; but he affected to be so overcome by the honor of this
visit that he could only falter out,--

"Marquis, I am your most humble servant."

And Norbert, who had expected a very warm greeting, was much
disconcerted. For a moment he thought of going away again, but his pride
would not permit him to do so, for he had said to himself that it would
be an act of a fool to go away this time without having accomplished
anything.

"I want to have a bit of advice from you, Counsellor," said he; "for as
I have but little experience in a certain matter, I should like to avail
myself of your knowledge."

"You do me too much honor, Marquis," murmured the Counsellor with a low
bow.