At eleven o'clock he grew calmer, and slept a little, when all at once he started up in bed, exclaiming: "Come here, Norbert," and Jean, who had remained by his old master's side, ran up to the bed and was much startled at the sight.

The Duke had entirely recovered his former appearance.

His eyes flashed, and his lips trembled, as they always did when he was greatly excited.
"Pardon, father; pardon," cried Norbert, falling upon his knees.
The Duke softly stretched out his hand.

"I was mad with family pride," said he; "and God punished me.

My son, I forgive you." Norbert's sobs broke the stillness of the chamber.
"My son, I renounce my ideas," continued the Duke.