"Why, who is it but you who are the persecutor of this poor lone creature?""I!" answered he in extreme astonishment; "do you really think that it is I? Ah! mademoiselle, why do you listen to the cruel tongues of scandal-mongers? To make a long story short, this poor woman bought barley, corn, potatoes, and three sheep from a man in the neighborhood, who gave her credit to the extent of I daresay three hundred francs.Well, in time, the man asked--most naturally--for his money, and failing to get it, came to me.I urged him to wait, but he would not listen to me, and vowed that if I did not do as he wished he would go to some one else.What was I to do? He had the law on his side too.Ah!" continued he, as though speaking to himself, "if Icould only see a way of getting this poor creature out of her trouble!
But that cannot be done without money."
He opened a drawer and pulled out about fifty francs.
"This is all my worldly wealth," said he sadly."But how foolish I am!
For, of course, when poor Widow Rouleau has a wealthy young lady to take an interest in her, she must have no further fear.""I will speak to my father on the matter," answered Diana in a voice which showed that she had but little hope of interesting him in the widow's misfortunes.
Daumon's face fell.
"You will go to the Marquis de Laurebourg?" asked he."Now, if you would take my advice, I should say, go to some intimate friend,--to the Marquis de Champdoce, for instance.I know," he went on, "that the Duke does not make his son a very handsome allowance; but the young gentleman will find no difficulty in raising whatever he may desire--as it will not be long before he is of age--without counting his marriage, which will put an enormous sum at his disposal even before that."Diana fell in an instant into the trap the wily Daumon had laid for her.
"A marriage!" exclaimed she.
"I know very little about it; only I know that if the young man wishes to marry without his father's consent, he will have to wait at least five years.""Five years?"
"Yes; the law requires that a young man who marries against his father's desire should be twenty-five years of age."This last stroke was so totally unexpected, that the girl lost her head.
"Impossible!" cried she."Are you not ****** a mistake?"The Counsellor gave a quiet smile of triumph.
"I am not mistaken," said he, and calmly pointed out in the code the provision to which he had alluded.As Diana read the passage to which his finger pointed, he watched her as a cat watches a mouse.
"After all, what does it matter to me?" remarked Diana, ****** an effort to recover herself."I will speak about this poor woman's case to my father;" and, with her limbs bending under her, she left the room.
As Daumon returned from accompanying her to the door, the Counsellor rubbed his hands.
"Things are getting decidedly warm," muttered he.
He felt that he must gain some further information, and this he could not get from Norbert.It would be also as well, he thought, to tell the sheriff to stay proceedings relative to the Widow Rouleau.By this means he might secure another interview with Mademoiselle de Laurebourg, and perhaps win the poor girl's confidence.
As Diana rode home, she abandoned herself to the grief which the intelligence that she had just heard had caused her, for the foresight of the framers of the law had rendered all her deeply laid plans of no avail.
"The Duke of Champdoce," murmured she to herself, "will never consent to his son's marriage with so scantily a dowered woman as I am; but as soon as Norbert is of age he can marry me, in spite of all his father's opposition; but, oh! 'tis a dreary time to wait."For a moment she dared to think of the possible death of the old man;but she shuddered as she remembered how strong and healthy he was, and felt that the frail edifice of her hope had been crushed into ten thousand atoms.For all this, however, she did not lose courage.She was not one of those women who, at the first check, beat a retreat.
She had not yet decided upon a fresh point of departure, but she had fully made up her mind that she would gain the victory.The first thing was to see Norbert with as little delay as possible.Just then the carriage pulled up at the widow's cottage, which she entered hastily.
"I have seen Daumon," said she."Do not be alarmed; all matters will be arranged shortly."Then, without listening to the thanks and blessings which the poor woman showered upon her, she said,--"Give me a piece of paper to write on," and, standing near the casement, she wrote in pencil on a soiled scrap of paper the following words:--"Diana would, perhaps, have been at the usual meeting place to-day, in spite of the weather, had she not been compelled to visit a poor woman in a contrary direction.Upon the same business, she will have to call to-morrow at the house of a man called Daumon."She folded the note and said,--
"This letter must be taken at once to M.Norbert de Champdoce.Who will carry it?"Francoise had made a smock frock for one of the farm servants at Champdoce, and the delivery of it formed a good excuse for going up to the Chateau, and she willingly undertook the errand.
The next day, in the midst of a heavy shower of rain, Norbert made his appearance at Daumon's office, saying, as a pretext for his visit, that he had exhausted his stock of money, and required a fresh supply.
He too was feeling very unhappy, for he feared that this father might entertain matrimonial designs for him which would be utterly opposed to his passion for Mademoiselle de Laurebourg.
Had not the inexorable old man once said, "You will marry a woman of wealth"? But in the event of this matter being brought up, Norbert swore that he would no longer be obedient, but would resist to the last; and he calculated on receiving assistance from Daumon.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.
