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Updated: May 13, 2025
She paused in her talk, and, looking into the hall, saw Quantrelle the Red pass quickly up the stairs with his daily flower for Madame de Nemours. "And, believing that Ravenel did not belong to Mr. Ravenel," she continued, "you encouraged him to build the railroad?" "I neither encouraged nor discouraged that enterprise," Dermott answered. "Fate steered, and did it well." "And Mrs. Ravenel?"
Within the week after McDermott's leaving Paris there occurred two events, seemingly remote from Katrine's existence, which later wrought the greatest changes in her life. The first of these was the alarming illness of Quantrelle the Red.
Last, from an inner compartment, he took one labelled "Ravenel," and stood looking at it with speculative eyes. The case was so complete. Quantrelle and his brother, a curé of Dieppe, of known integrity, had sworn themselves as witnesses, through an open window, of Madame de Nemours' marriage. But what of it? Katrine could never marry a man with a disputed name!
Hearing nothing from her whatever, with the procrastination which was ever one of my great faults, I put off doing anything about the annulment of the marriage until the father of Quantrelle le Rouge wrote me that he had heard of her death as well as that of the child. But before my marriage to Mademoiselle D'Hauteville, I took the precaution to obtain a divorce quietly in Illinois.
"Little person," she said, putting her hand on Katrine's shoulder, "you mustn't judge too harshly my Irish temper. It was gratitude to Quantrelle which made me act as I did. There were two years of my life when I should have died but for him." It was an amazing statement, and Katrine's face showed her astonishment.
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