Here, at last, for Victoire, was the embodiment of all her dreams of the de Vandaleur race.

He was personally so like the miniature, that he might have been the old Duke.

He was the young one, as even her mother allowed.

For him, he found a companion whose birth did not jar on his aristocratic prejudices, and whose strong character was bone and marrow to his weak one.

Before they reached the house Mrs.
Janet's precautions were vain.
She grew fond of the lad in spite of herself.