He became even more arrogant in his manner, than he had been humble when before the magistrate, as though he were ashamed of what he now considered an unpardonable weakness.
He wondered how he could have yielded to a momentary impulse, how his grief could have so basely betrayed him.
At the remembrance of the avowals wrested from him by a sort of delirium, he blushed, and reproached himself bitterly.

The same as Albert, the night before, Noel, having fully recovered himself, stood erect, cold as marble, respectful, but no longer humble.
The father and son exchanged glances which had nothing of sympathy nor friendliness.
They examined one another, they almost measured each other, much as two adversaries feel their way with their eyes before encountering with their weapons.
"Sir," said the count at length in a harsh voice, "henceforth this house is yours.

From this moment you are the Viscount de Commarin; you regain possession of all the rights of which you were deprived.

Listen, before you thank me.

I wish, at once, to relieve you of all misunderstanding.
Remember this well, sir; had I been master of the situation, I would never have recognised you: Albert should have remained in the position in which I placed him." "I understand you, sir," replied Noel.