It was nearly half an hour since she had expected him, yet she did not realise it, for her excitement prevented her from taking any note of time.
Soon a new name drew her eyes towards the tablets--Felicien III, who went to Palestine, carrying a candle in his hand, to fulfil a vow of Philippe le Bel.

And her heart beat with pride as she saw before her, mentally, the youthful Felicien VII, the descendant of all these worthies, the fair-haired nobleman whom she adored, and by whom she was so tenderly loved.

She suddenly became filled with pride and fear.

Was it possible that she herself was there, in the expectation of bringing about a prodigy?
Opposite her there was a fresher plaque of marble, dating from the last century, the black letters upon which she could easily read.

Norbert Louis Ogier, Marquis d'Hautecoeur, Prince of Mirande and of Rouvres, Count of Ferrieres, of Montegu and of Saint Marc, and also of Villemareuil, Chevalier of the four Royal Orders of Saint Esprit, Saint Michel, Notre Dame de Carmel and Saint Louis, Lieutenant in the Army of the King, Governor of Normandy, holding office as Captain-General of the Hunting, and Master of the Hounds.