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Norbert started to his feet. "Who dares speak of me like that?" said he furiously. "Tell me his name." This outburst of passion did not in the smallest degree discompose Daumon.
"You must have been up very early, Marquis," said he. The young man made no reply. "The Duke," resumed Daumon, "is most fortunate in having such a son as you. I know more than one father who says to his children, 'See what an excellent example the young Marquis de Champdoce sets to you all. He is not afraid of hard work, though he is noble by birth, and should not soil his hands by labor."
He was always with Francoise, who ran off with that man Daumon. Oh, yes, I know him now; here, Bruno, here!" The dog rushed to her, and, stooping down, she caressed him, thus hoping to conceal her tell-tale face. Octave drew his wife's arm within his without another word. A strange feeling of doubt had arisen in his mind.
This delay however, had suited M. de Puymandour's plans, for it had enabled him to wring the consent from his daughter; but now that this had been done, he began to feel very anxious, and to fear that there might be some unforeseen hitch in the affair. When he reached Bevron, he saw Daumon talking earnestly with Francoise, the daughter of the Widow Rouleau.
M. de Puymandour stood perfectly aghast. "It is always the way in this world," Daumon philosophically said. "In the midst of life we are in death!" "Good morning, Counsellor," said De Puymandour; "I must try and find out something more about this." Breathless, and with his mind filled with anxiety, he hurried on.
He felt that such a proceeding would cause him to be more jeered at and ridiculed than ever, and that the only path of escape left open to him was to marry his daughter to the Marquis de Croisenois, which was a most desirable alliance, in spite of all he had said against it. A voice close to his ear aroused him from his reflections: it was that of Daumon, who had come up unperceived.
You have robbed me of all I held dear in the world, blackened my reputation, and tarnished my honor, and now you want my life." Norbert uttered such a cry of anger, that even Daumon in the passage was startled by it. He placed Diana tenderly in the Counsellor's arm-chair, saying, "No, you shall not kill yourself, nor shall you leave me." She smiled faintly, and held out her arms to him.
"I can't stop to pick and choose my words, for I feel at the present moment as if the axe of the guillotine were suspended over my head. Now just oblige me by getting out of this, and never show your face here again." "As you like. I will communicate with Champdoce." "You shall not," exclaimed Daumon with a gesture of menace.
"What else can I think?" Daumon paused for a moment, and then said, "You will be angry when you hear what I have to say, but I cannot help speaking the truth." "I shall not be angry, and you can speak freely." "I am but a very poor and humble man. What have I to gain by securing any note, and by encouraging you to brave your father's anger?
"Aha," muttered Daumon, who had lost nothing from his post of espial, "this is worth fifty thousand francs at least to me." For a moment Diana remained clasped in her lover's embrace, and then, with a faint cry, released herself from him. She then felt that she loved him, and his kiss and caresses sent a thrill like liquid fire through her veins. She was half pleased and half terrified.
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