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The Champdoce Mystery

CHAPTER XII
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But she did not hesitate for a moment.

She went straight to the cottage of Widow Rouleau, and despatched Francoise in quest of Norbert.
She ordered the girl to tell him that he must without fail be at the wicket gate in the park wall at Laurebourg on the coming night, where she would meet him, and that the matter was one of life and death.
As Diana gave these orders to Francoise, the woman's nervous air and flushed features plainly showed that she was a mere creature of Daumon's; but Mademoiselle de Laurebourg felt it would be unwise to take any notice of her discovery, but to abstain from employing her in confidential communications for the future.
As the hour of the meeting drew near a host of doubts assailed her.
Would Norbert come to the meeting?
Had Francoise contrived to see him?
Might he not be absent from home?
It was now growing dark, and the servants brought candles into the dining-room, and Diana, contriving to slip away, gained the appointed spot.

Norbert was waiting, and when he caught sight of her, rushed forward, but stopped as though restrained by a sudden thought, and remained still, as if rooted to the ground.
"You sent for me, mademoiselle ?" said he.
"I did." After a pause, in which she succeeded in mastering her emotion, Diana began with the utmost volubility to explain the extortion that Daumon was endeavoring to practise upon her, magnifying, though there was but little need to do so, all the threats and menaces that he had made use of.

She had imagined that this last piece of roguery on the part of Daumon would drive Norbert into a furious passion, but to her surprise it had no such effect.

He had suffered so much and so deeply, that his heart was almost dead against any further emotion.
"Do not let this trouble you," answered he apathetically; "I will see Daumon and settle with him." "Can you leave me thus, at our last meeting, without even a word ?" asked she.
"What have I to say?
My father forgave me on his death-bed, and I pardon you." "Farewell, Norbert; we shall see no more of each other.


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