Daumon shrugged his shoulders with the air of a man who says： "Well， Isuppose I must give in， but at any rate I have done my duty." Then he began aloud， "I am perfectly aware， Marquis， that， considering the wealth that must one day be yours， this transaction is a most paltry one."He then went on to enumerate the conditions of the loan， and at each clause he would stop and say， "Do you understand this？"Norbert understood him so well that at the end of the conversation， in exchange for the thousand francs， he handed to the Counsellor the promissory notes for four thousand francs each， which were made payable to two farmers， who were entirely in Daumon's clutches.The young man， in addition， pledged his solemn word of honor that he would never disclose that the Counsellor had anything to do with the transaction.
"Remember， Marquis， prudence must be strictly observed.Come here to me only after the night has set in."This was the last piece of advice that Daumon gave his client； and when he was again left alone， he perused with feelings of intense gratification， the two notes that Norbert had signed.They were entirely correct and binding， and drawn up in proper legal form.He had made up his mind to let the young man have all his savings， amounting to some forty thousand francs， and not to press for payment until the young man come into his fortune.
All this， however， hinged upon Norbert's silence and discretion， for， at the first inkling of the matter， the Duke would scatter all the edifice to the winds； but of this happening Daumon had no fear.
As Norbert walked along， followed by his dog， he could not resist putting his hands into his pockets and fingering the tempting， crisp banknotes which lurked there， and making sure that it was a reality and not a dream.That night seemed interminable； and the next morning， with his gun on his shoulder and his dog at his heels， he walked briskly along the road to Poitiers.He had determined to follow Daumon's advice，--to have suitable rooms， and to make the acquaintance of some of the students.On his arrival at Poitiers， which he had only once before visited， Norbert felt like a half-fledged bird who knows not how to use its wings.He wandered about the streets， not knowing how to commence what he wanted.Finally， after a sojourn in the town of a very brief duration， he went to the inn where he had breakfasted with his father on his former visit， and， after an unsatisfactory meal， returned to Champdoce， as wretched as he had been joyful and hopeful at his early start in the morning.But later on he went to Daumon， who put him in communication with a friend who， for a commission， took the unsophisticated lad about， hired some furnished rooms， and finally introduced him to the best ladies in the town， while Norbert ordered clothes to the tune of five hundred francs.He now thought himself on the high road to the full gratification of his desires； but， alas！ the reality， compared with what his imagination had pictured， appeared rank and chilling.His timidity and shyness arrested all his progress； he required an intimate friend， and where could he hit upon one？
One evening he entered the Café Castille.He found a large number of students collected there， and was a little disgusted at their turbulent gayety， and， hastily withdrawing， he spent the rest of the weary evening in his own rooms with Bruno， who， for his part， would have much preferred the open country.He had really only enjoyed the four evenings on which he had visited the Martre； but these limited hours of happiness did not make up for the web of falsehood in which he had enmeshed himself， or the daily dread of detection in which he lived.
The Duke had noticed his son's absence， but his suspicions were very wide of the truth.One morning he laughed at Norbert on the continued non-success of his shooting.
"Do your best to-day， my boy，" said he， "and try and bring home some game， for we shall have a guest to dinner.""To dinner， here？"
"Yes，" answered the Duke suppressing a smile."Yes， actually here； M.
Puymandour is coming， and the dining-room must be opened and put into proper order.""I will try and kill some game，" answered Norbert to himself as he started on his errand.
This， however， was more easily resolved on than executed.At last he caught sight of an impudent rabbit near a hedge； he raised his gun and fired.A shriek of anguish followed the report， and Bruno dashed into the hedge， barking furiously.
