The duke had no reason to repent this protection given to the old bonesetter.

Beauvouloir saved the life of the Marquis de Saint-Sever in so dangerous an illness that any other physician would have failed in doing so.

But the wounds of the duchess were too deep-seated and dated too far back to be cured, especially as they were constantly kept open in her home.

When her sufferings warned this angel of many sorrows that her end was approaching, death was hastened by the gloomy apprehensions that filled her mind as to the future.
"What will become of my poor child without me ?" was a thought renewed every hour like a bitter tide.
Obliged at last to keep her bed, the duchess failed rapidly, for she was then unable to see her son, forbidden as he was by her compact with his father to approach the house.

The sorrow of the youth was equal to that of the mother.