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He was not at all disconcerted at the effect his entrance produced upon them, and remarked placidly, "I could not find the sheriff's letter, but I assure you that Widow Rouleau's matter shall be speedily and satisfactorily arranged." Diana and Norbert exchanged glances of annoyance at finding their secret at the mercy of such a man. This evident distrust appeared to wound Daumon deeply.

Never did any man more successfully assume an air of astonishment than did Daumon at this moment. "What," said he, "do you absolutely remember those idle words I made use of then?" "I do most decidedly." The villain's heart of Daumon was filled with delight, but he replied,

The man who assisted me in the unravelling of this dark intrigue was the original promoter Daumon." "What, is the Counsellor still alive?" "Certainly, and you know him. He is not quite in his first youth, and has aged somewhat, but his intellect is as brilliant as ever." Catenac grew serious. "You tell me a great deal," said he. "I can tell you even more.

He was on the point of referring to this matter, when a carriage drew up at the door of the cottage, and Mademoiselle de Laurebourg descended from it. Daumon at once saw how matters stood, and wasted no time in addressing Diana. "The sheriff will stop proceedings," said he. "I can show you his letter to that effect."

"He would betray us; he would do anything for money." "That is all the better for us then; for if we promise him a handsome sum, he will not say a word of what has passed to-day." "Do as you think best, Norbert." Having thus gained Diana's assent, the young man turned to Daumon. "I put every faith in you, and so does Mademoiselle de Laurebourg. You know our exact situation. What do you advise?"

"That is to say," added Diana thoughtfully, "if all goes as it should to-night." Daumon felt a cold shiver creep over him, but summoning up all his self-possession, he said, "I do not understand you. What is this that you hope will be accomplished to-night?"

It was a compact entered into by look and not by speech; and Daumon so well understood this, that at length, when he did speak, his voice sank to a hoarse whisper, as though he himself feared to listen to the utterance of his own thoughts. "A man taking this feels no pain.

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.

"You are a very kind young lady," answered the Counsellor with a sinister smile. "The poor woman is in the most terrible distress both of mind and body. She is confined to her bed with a fractured limb, and without any means of support." "Yes, I heard of her accident." "And yet you sent her a summons, and are ready to seize all she possesses in the world." Daumon put on an air of sympathy.

While your father was talking to me with such brutal violence and contempt, he was overheard by a woodcutter and perhaps by some of his companions." "It cannot be." "No, it is quite true," returned Daumon. "I had it from the man myself." Mademoiselle de Laurebourg shot one glance at the Counsellor; it was only a glance, but he comprehended at once that she wished to be left alone with her lover.

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