I may fear my father, but I am a Champdoce, and fear no other mortal man.

Do you understand me ?" "But, Marquis--" "No other mortal man," interrupted Norbert sternly, "will ever know from me that we have ever exchanged words together." An expression passed over the features of the Counsellor which cast a ray of hope upon the young man's heart.
"Upon my word," said he, "any one would judge from my hesitation that I had some wrong motive in acting as I am doing, but I never give bad advice, and any one will tell you the same about me, and this is the breviary by which I regulate all my actions." As he spoke, he took a book from his desk, and waved it aloft.
Norbert looked puzzled and angry.
"What do you mean ?" asked he.
"Nothing, Marquis, nothing; have patience; your majority is not far off, and you have only a few years to wait.

Remember that your father is an old man; let him carry out his plan for a few years longer, and----" Norbert struck his fist savagely upon the table, crying out furiously.
"It was not worth my coming here if this was all that you had to say;" and, whistling to Bruno, the young man prepared to quit the room.
"Ah, Marquis! you are far too hasty," said the Counsellor humbly.
Norbert paused.

"Speak then," answered he roughly.
In a low, impressive voice, Daumon went on.
"Remember, Marquis, that though I should like to see you have a better understanding with your father, yet, at the same time, I should like to work for the happiness of you both.

I am like a judge in court, who endeavors to bring about a compromise between the litigants.