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Updated: June 18, 2025
Now, only see, since yesterday I have been thinking how many persons there are, even in my own family, who I would rather should have died than poor D'Harville.
Ignorant, as we have said, that Fleur-de-Marie was the daughter of the prince, Madame d'Harville, in her joy at bringing back his protegee, had not thought she would be able to present her to him without previous preparation: she had left her in the carriage at the door, as she did not know whether the prince was willing to make himself known to the young girl, and receive her in his own house.
For the first time I felt acute remorse, for until then her haughty coldness was her revenge. Oh, unfortunate man, unfortunate man that I am!" After a long sleepless night of bitter reflections, the agitation of D'Harville ceased as by enchantment. He awaited the day with impatience. As soon as it was morning, he rang for his valet, old Joseph.
At this moment the noise of a carriage was heard in the courtyard. "It is her ladyship going out; she ordered the horses this morning at an early hour," said Joseph. "Run and beg her to come here before she goes out." "Yes, my lord." Hardly had the domestic gone, than D'Harville approached a glass, and examined himself minutely.
The only chance, and that was a very faint one, of tracing these unfortunates, rested in Madame de Lucenay, who, fortunately, was on intimate terms with Lady d'Harville. "Here, madame, pay yourself," said Rudolph to the shopkeeper, giving her a note for five hundred francs. "I will give you the difference, sir." "Where can I engage a cart to carry the things?"
"Then I count upon you, Clotilde, to introduce me to Madame d'Harville; I must see her to-day." "Impossible. Her husband has just fallen a victim to a frightful accident. A gun, which he did not know was loaded, went off while in his hands, and killed him on the spot." "Oh, this is horrible!" "She departed immediately, to pass her first mourning at her father's in Normandy."
"A great misfortune has happened, madame," said I; 'M. d'Harville is dead! victim of a fatal imprudence! After such a deplorable event, I cannot remain in Paris, and I have come to pass at my father's my mourning." "You are a widow! Oh! what overpowering good fortune! cried my step-mother, in a rage.
"With the permission of Madame d'Harville, I beg you to read this letter!" "I assure your highness that there is nothing pressing." "Once more, Albert, read this letter!" "But " "I entreat you I wish it." "Since your royal highness requires it," said the marquis, taking the letter from the salver. "Certainly. I require you to treat me as a friend."
By a chance almost providential, at the moment when the cries of Miss de Fermont made the old Count de Saint Rerny start from his chair, for he recognized the voice, the door of the hall opened, and a young woman, dressed in mourning, entered precipitately, accompanied by the director of the hospital. This was Lady d'Harville.
So saying, light as a bird, she flew down the stairs, followed by Rudolph, who went to his room to brush off the dust he had carried away from Pipelet's loft. We will hereafter disclose to the reader how Rudolph was not yet informed of the abduction of Fleur-de-Marie from Bouqueval farm, and why he had not visited the Morels the day after the conversation with Lady d'Harville.
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