She was an exquisite laundress, and she throve where the Duke and Duchess would have starved.

As the boy grew up she kept him as far as possible from common companions, treated him with as much deference as if he had succeeded to the family honours, and filled his head with traditions of the deserts and dignity of the de Vandaleurs.
At last a cousin of Monsieur de Vandaleur found them out.

He also was an exile, but he had prospered better, had got a small civil appointment, and had married a Scotch lady.

It was after he had come to the help of his young kinsman, I think, that an old French lady took a fancy to the boy, and sent him to school in France at her own expense.

He was just nineteen when she died, and left him what little money she possessed.
He then returned to England, and paid his respects to his cousin and the Scotch Mrs.Vandaleur.
She congratulated herself, I have heard, that her only child, a daughter, was from home when this visit was paid.
Mrs.Janet Vandaleur was a high-minded, hard-headed, north-country woman.