His soul rose up in rebellion against his crime, and the words, "Parricide! murderer!" seemed to ring in his ears like a trumpet call.

When his father fell to the ground, his instinct made him shout for aid; but an instant afterwards terror took possession of him, and, rushing from the house, he sought the open country, as though striving to escape from himself.
Jean, the old servant, who had noticed Norbert's strange look, was seized with a terrible fear.

Trusted as he was by both the Duke and his son, he had many means of knowing all that was going on in the household, and was no stranger to the differences that had arisen recently between father and son.

He knew how violent the tempers of both were, and he also knew that some woman was urging on Norbert to a course of open rebellion.

He had seen the cruel blow dealt by the Duke, and had wondered greatly when he saw Norbert return to the Chateau.