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A noise of footsteps approaching rapidly was heard behind the hedge; Francois and Amandine, who, thanks to the kindnss of Saint Remy, had not left La Louve, came rushing into the garden, crying: "La Louve, here is a fine lady with my lord: they want to see Fleur-de-Marie at once." "I was not mistaken," said Goualeuse. Almost at the same moment, Saint Remy appeared, accompanied by Lady d'Harville.
Madame d'Harville was endowed with too much sensibility not to feel what was fatal and inflexible in this thought of La Goualeuse- "I shall never forget what I have been" a fixed, constant idea, which would predominate and torture the life of Fleur-de-Marie.
Thus the project of which D'Harville had conversed with his friends and his intendant, his confidential communications to his old servant, the surprise which he arranged for his wife, were just so many snares laid for public credulity. How could a man be supposed about to kill himself, who was so much occupied with plans for the future so desirous of pleasing his wife?
"From the letter of Madame d'Harville, the Goualeuse must be confined at Saint Lazare." "Yes, but Rigolette affirms that she saw her free, coming out of this prison. There is a mystery to be cleared up."
Fleur-de-Marie, taking the hand of La Louve, who had withdrawn a short distance, said to Lady d'Harville, presenting her: "Since my safety is so dear to my benefactors, lady, permit me to bespeak, through you, their kindness for my companion, who saved me at the risk of her life."
Before I ask, I wish to talk with you of your projects and resources for the future. Once free, what will you do? If, as I doubt not, you are decided to follow in the good path you have entered, have confidence in me I will put you in a way to gain your living honorably." La Goualeuse was affected to tears at the interest Madame d'Harville evinced for her.
By a strange contradiction, the prince felt that the tender affection of Lady d'Harville would alone have aided him to support the grief which overwhelmed him, and he reproached this thought as unworthy the fervency of his paternal grief. "I shall go without seeing the lady," answered Rudolph. "A few days since I wrote her how much I sorrowed for the death of Fleur-de-Marie.
So long as concealment of this love was necessary, I concealed it; now that you are free, and have restored me my daughter, will you be to her a mother?" "I, my lord!" cried Madame d'Harville. "What do you say?" "I entreat you, do not refuse me; let this day decide my future happiness," said Rudolph tenderly. Clemence also had loved the prince for a long time; she thought she was in a dream.
Madame d'Harville remained stupefied, immovable, dumb, breathing with difficulty in turns a prey to joy, to fear, for the effect which the revelation she was about to make might have upon the prince in fine, exalted by a holy gratitude toward Providence, who intrusted her her to announce to Rudolph that his daughter lived, and she had brought her back to him.
And then, what address to gain introduction to this lady, so that you might judge if she really merited the interest it seemed she ought to inspire! Rudolph foresaw a crowd of emotions, new, curious, and touching, which ought singularly to amuse Lady d'Harville, as he had promised her. "Well, husband," said Miss Dimpleton, gayly, "what is that scrap of paper you are reading?"
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