A Norman race those Maulevriers.

And you are Lady Maulevrier's granddaughter! You should be proud.

The Maulevriers were always a proud race.' 'Then I am no true Maulevrier,' answered Mary gaily.
She was beginning to feel more at her ease with the old man.

He was evidently mad, as mad as a March hare; but his madness seemed only the harmless lunacy of extreme old age.

He had flashes of reason, too.