The flames of civil war burst forth.

By Chaverny's care she and her mother found refuge in a little town of Lower Normandy.

Soon the deaths of other relatives made her one of the richest heiresses in France.

Happiness disappeared as wealth came to her.

The savage and terrible face of Comte d'Herouville, who asked her hand, rose before her like a thunder-cloud, spreading its gloom over the smiling meadows so lately gilded by the sun.