You must know, then, that if my father could have married us he would have united all claims to the succession of Grosbois.

Then, come what might--Bourbon or Buonaparte--nothing could shake his position.' I thought of the solicitude which he had shown over my toilet in the morning, his anxiety that I should make a favourable impression, his displeasure when she had been cold to me, and the smile upon his face when he had seen us hand in hand.
'I believe you are right!' I cried.
'Right! Of course I am right! Look at him watching us now.' We were walking on the edge of the dried moat, and as I looked up there, sure enough, was the little yellow face toned towards us in the angle of one of the windows.

Seeing that I was watching him, he rose and waved his hand merrily.
'Now you know why he saved your life--since you say that he saved it,' said she.

'It would suit his plans best that you should marry his daughter, and so he wished you to live.

But when once he understands that that is impossible, why then, my poor Cousin Louis, his only way of guarding against the return of the de Lavals must lie in ensuring that there are none to return.' It was those words of hers, coupled with that furtive yellow face still lurking at the window, which made me realise the imminence of my danger.
No one in France had any reason to take an interest in me.