When his trouble came, when--" she paused, as though it was difficult to speak--"when the other--legacy--of his family descended on him, that Seigneury became to him the one compensation of his life.

By right of it only could he look the world in the face--or me." She stopped suddenly, for her voice choked her.

"Will you please continue ?" said Fournel, opening and shutting the will in his hand, and looking at her with a curious new consideration.
"Fame came to me as his trouble came to him.

It was hard for him to go among men, but, ah, can you think how he dreaded the day when I should return to Pontiac!...

I will tell you the whole truth, Monsieur." She drew herself up proudly.