In a moment of anger.

.

." He ceased, taking up the stem of the broken glass and twirling it.

"In a moment of anger, then, I did Monsieur le Comte a most grievous wrong, a wrong for which I can never fully atone.
We have never been on friendly terms since his refusal to wed a young woman of my choice, Mademoiselle de Montbazon.

I had never seen this daughter, nor had my son.