It was there he died, after having drunk a bottle of St.Ouen's muscadella, brought secretly to him by his unchanging friend, Lempriere, so hastening the end.
The Comtesse de Montgomery, who lived in a cottage near by, came constantly to the little house on the hillside by Rozel Bay.

She had never loved her own children more than she did the brown-haired child with the deep-blue eyes, which was the one pledge of the great happiness of Michel and Angele.
Soon after this child was born, M.Aubert had been put to rest in St.
Martin's churchyard, and there his tombstone might be seen so late as a hundred years ago.

So things went softly by for seven years, and then Madame de Montgomery journeyed to England, on invitation of the Queen and to better fortune, and Angele and De la Foret were left to their quiet life in Jersey.

Sometimes this quiet was broken by bitter news from France, of fresh persecution, and fresh struggle on the part of the Huguenots.

Thereafter for hours, sometimes for days, De la Foret would be lost in sorrowful and restless meditation; and then he fretted against his peaceful calling and his uneventful life.