Jean will tell you what to do to-morrow, and you must obey him as you would me." "Oh, my lord! Oh, my lord duke!" Unable to contain her delight, she mingled her laughter and her tears.
And Norbert knew that his name, his honor, and perhaps his life were in the hands of a wretched girl like this.

All the peace and happiness of his life were gone, and he felt like some unhappy prisoner who through the bars of his dungeon sees his jailer's children sporting with lighted matches and a barrel of gunpowder.

He was at her mercy, for well he knew that it would resolve into this--that the smallest wish of this girl would become an imperative command that he dared not disobey.

However absurd might be her whims and caprices, she had but to express them, and he dared not resist.

What means could he adopt to free himself from this odious state of servitude?
He knew but of one--the dead tell no tales.
There were four persons who were the sharer of Norbert's secret.