His great schemes were completed, he was a rich man, and he had pictured himself retiring to this Seigneury, a peaceful and practical figure, living out his days in a refined repose which his earlier life had never known.

She had touched the raw nerves of his secret vanity.
"What kind of Seigneur would I make, eh?
What sort of figure would I cut in Pontiac!" He laughed loudly.

"By heaven, Madame, you shall see! I did not move against his outrage and assault, but I will move to purpose now.

For you and he shall leave there in disgrace before another week goes round.

I have you both in my 'practical power,' and I will squeeze satisfaction out of you.