"I do not desire you to wed Mademoiselle de Puymandour if you feel that you cannot love her." "Father," answered Norbert, "I have obeyed your wishes, and she is now my wife." A gleam of terrible anguish passed over the Duke's countenance; he raised his hands as though to shield his eyes from some grizzly spectre, and in tones of heartrending agony exclaimed: "Too late! Too late!" He fell back in terrible convulsions, and in a moment was dead.

If, as has been often asserted, the veil of the hereafter is torn asunder, then the Duke de Champdoce had a glimpse into a terrible future..