Fortunately I did not receive the whole weight of the blow, which would otherwise have brought me senseless to the ground, and perhaps I should have been slain by my father's hand." "By the Duke?
and for what reason did he strike you ?" "Diana, he had grossly insulted you, and he dared to tell me of it.

Had he forgotten that the blood of the race of Champdoce ran in my veins as well as in his ?" Mademoiselle de Laurebourg burst into a passion of tears.
"I," sobbed she, "I have brought all this upon you." "You?
Why, it is to you that he owes his life.

He dared to strike me as if I had been a lackey, but the thoughts of you stayed my hand.

I turned and fled, and never again will I enter that accursed house.

I renounce the Duke de Champdoce, he is no longer my father, and I will never look upon his face again.