It was deep anxiety that she felt, not mere curiosity; and while these thoughts passed through her brain, she remembered that she could hear all from the card-room, the doorway of which was only separated from the drawing-room by a curtain.
With a soft, gliding step she gained her hiding-place and listened intently.

The Baron was still pouring out his lamentations.
"What a fearful day this has been!" groaned the unhappy man.

"I ate much too heavy a breakfast, I have been terribly excited, and came here a great deal too fast.

A fit of passion caused by a servant's insolence, joy at seeing you, then a sudden interruption to what I was going to say, are a great deal more than sufficient to cause a serious illness at my age." But the Count, who was usually most considerate of his friend's foibles, was not in a humor to listen to him.
"Come, let us talk sense," said he sharply; "tell me what has occurred." "Occurred!" groaned De Clinchain; "oh, nothing, except that the whole truth is known regarding what took place in the little wood so many years back.

I had an anonymous letter this morning, threatening me with all sorts of terrible consequences if I do not hinder you from marrying your daughter to De Breulh.