The duke and duchess arranged that I was to go home with them and live as the duchess' companion.

Again she warned me never upon any account to mention who I was, or anything about me.
She called me the daughter of an old friend--and so I was, although that friend was a very humble one.

From the first, Norman, she talked so much about you; you were the model of everything chivalrous and noble, the hero of a hundred pleasant stories.

I had learned to love you long even before I saw you--to love you after a fashion, Norman, as a hero.

I can see it all now.