The Seigneury of Pontiac came to him, and I married him." "Evidently bent upon wrecking the chances of a great career," interrupted Fournel over the paper.
"But no; I also cared more for ideas than for the sordid things of life.
It is in our blood, you see" she was talking with less restraint now, for she saw he was listening, despite assumed indifference--"and Pontiac was dearer to me than all else in the world.

Louis Racine belonged there.

You--what sort of place would you, an Englishman, have occupied at the Seigneury of Pontiac! What kind--" He got suddenly to his feet.

He was a man of strange whims and vanities, and his resentment at his exclusion from the Seigneury of Pontiac had become a fixed idea.

He had hugged the thought of its possession before M.de la Riviere died, as a man humbly born prides himself on the distinguished lineage of his wife.