He did more than that.
He captivated Madelinette Lajeunesse.

In spite of her years in Paris--severe, studious years, which shut out the social world and the temptations of Bohemian life--Madelinette retained a strange simplicity of heart and mind, a desperate love for her old home which would not be gainsaid, a passionate loyalty to her past, which was an illusory attempt to arrest the inevitable changes that come with growth; and, with a sudden impulse, she had sealed herself to her past at the very outset of her great career by marriage with Louis Racine.
On the very day of their marriage Louis Racine had made a painful discovery.

A heritage of his fathers, which had skipped two generations, suddenly appeared in himself: he was becoming a hunchback.
Terror, despair, gloom, anxiety had settled upon him.

Three months later Madelinette had gone to Paris alone.

The Seigneur had invented excuses for not accompanying her, so she went instead in the care of the Little Chemist's widow, as of old Louis had promised to follow within another three months, but had not done so.