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.Can you not, while affecting perfect submission, live in a manner more suited to you? There are many young men of your age in a precisely similar position."Norbert took a step forward and began to listen earnestly.

"You have more liberty now," continued Daumon."Pray, does your father know how you employ your time?""He knows that I can do nothing but shoot.""Well, I know what I would do if I were your age.""And what would that be?"

"First of all, I would stay at home sufficiently often not to arouse papa's suspicions, and the rest of my leisure I would spend in Poitiers, which is a very pleasant town.I could take nice rooms in which I could be my own master.At Champdoce I could keep to my peasant's clothes, but in Poitiers I would be dressed by the best tailor.I should pick up a few boon companions amongst the jolly students, and have plenty of friends, ladies as well as gentlemen.Iwould dance, sing, and drink, and would dip into every kind of life, so that----"He paused for a second and then said, "There ought to be a fast horse or so in your father's stables, eh? Well then, if there are, why not take one for your own riding? Then at night, when you are supposed to be snug between the sheets, creep down to the stable, clap a bridle on the horse, and, hey, presto! you are in Poitiers.Put on the clothes suitable to the handsome young noble you are, and have a joyous carouse with your many companions; and if you do, next day, not choose to go back until the morning, the servants will only tell your father that you are out shooting."Norbert was a thoroughly strong, honest youth, and the idea of meanness and duplicity were most repugnant to his feelings in general;and yet he listened eagerly to this proposition, for oppression had utterly changed his nature.The career of dissipation and pleasure proposed so adroitly by Daumon dazzled his imagination and his eyes began to sparkle.

"Well," asked the Counsellor invidiously, "and, pray, what is there to prevent you doing all this?""Want of funds," returned Norbert, with a deep sigh; "I should want a great deal, and I have hardly any; if I were to ask my father for any, he would refuse me, and wonder----""Have you no friends who would find you such a sum as you would require until you came of age?""None at all;" and, overwhelmed with the sense of his utter helplessness, Norbert sank back upon a chair.

After a brief period of reflection, Daumon spoke with apparent reluctance,--"No, Marquis, I cannot see you so miserably unhappy without doing my best to help you.A man is a fool who puts out his hand to interfere between father and son, but I will find money to lend you what you want.""Will you do so, Counsellor?"

"Unluckily I cannot, I am only a poor fellow, but some of the neighboring farmers intrust me with their savings for investment.Why should I not use them to make you comfortable and happy?"Norbert was almost choked with emotion."Can this be done?" asked he eagerly.

"Yes, Marquis; but you understand that you will have to pay very heavy interest on account of the risk incurred in lending money to a minor.

For the law does not recognize such transactions, and I myself do not like them.If I were in your place, I would not borrow money on these terms, but wait until some friend could help me.""I have no friends," again answered the young man.