"This," said he, "is a specimen of the mushroom aristocracy that has sprung up, and not a bad sample either; for though he is puffed up by ridiculous vanity, the man is shrewd and intelligent enough, and his descendants, who will have the advantages of a better education than their progenitors, will form a new class, with more wealth and as much influence as the old one."For more than an hour the Duke de Champdoce enlarged on his favorite topic; but he might as well have been alone, for his son paid no attention to what he said, for his mind was still dwelling upon his adventures of the morning.Again that sweet, soft laugh, and that modulated voice rang in his ears.How foolish he must have seemed to her! and what a ridiculous figure he must have cut in her eyes! He had by no means omitted to engrave on the tablet of his memory the fact that Diana passed daily down the little path on her errand of bounty, and that there he had the chance of again seeing her.He fancied that he had so much to say to her; but as he found that his bashfulness would deprive him of the power of utterance, he determined to commit his sentiments to paper.That night he composed and destroyed some fifty letters.He did not dare to say openly, "I love you," and yet that was exactly what he wanted to express, and he strove, but in vain, to find words which would veil its abruptness and yet disclose the whole strength of his feelings.At last, however, one of his efforts satisfied him.Rising early, he snatched up his gun, and whistling to Bruno, made his way to the spot where he had the day before seen Diana stretched upon the ground.But he waited in vain, and hour after hour passed away, as he paced up and down in an agony of suspense.Diana did not come.The young lady had considered her plans thoroughly and kept away.The next day he might have been again disappointed but for a lucky circumstance.Norbert was seated on the turf, awaiting with fond expectation the young girl's approach and as Diana passed the opening to the pathway Bruno scented her, and rushed forward with a joyous bark.She had then no option but to walk up to the spot where Norbert was seated.Both the young people were for the moment equally embarrassed, and Norbert stood silent, holding in his hand the letter which had caused him so much labor to indite.
"I have ventured to wait for you here, mademoiselle," said he in a voice which trembled with suppressed emotion, "because I was full of anxiety to know how you have been.How did you contrive to return home with your wounded foot?"He paused, awaiting a word of encouragement, but the girl made no reply, and he continued,--"I was tempted to call and make inquiries at your father's house, but you had forbidden me to speak of the accident, and I did not dare to disobey you.""I thank you sincerely," faltered Diana.
"Yesterday," the young man went on, "I passed the whole day here.Are you angry with me for my stupidity? I had thought that perhaps you had noticed my anxiety, and might have deigned to----"He stopped short, terrified at his own audacity.
"Yesterday," returned Diana with the most ingenuous air in the world, and not appearing to perceive the young man's embarrassment, "I was detained at home by my mother.""Yes," replied he, "for the past two days your form, lying senseless and bleeding on the ground, has ever been before my eyes, for I felt as if I were a murderer.I shall always see your pale, white face, and how, when I raised up your head it rested on my arm for a moment, and all the rapture--""You must not talk like that, Marquis," interrupted Diana, but she spoke in such a low tone that Norbert did not hear her and went on,--"When I saw you yesterday my feelings so overpowered me that I could not put them into words; but as soon as you had left me, it appeared as if all grew dark around me, and throwing myself on my knees, Isearched for the tiny leaden pellet that might have caused your death.
I at last found it, and no treasure upon earth will ever be more prized by me."To avoid showing the gleam of joy that flashed from her eyes, Diana was compelled to turn her head on one side.
"Forgive me, mademoiselle," said Norbert, in despair, as he noticed this movement; "forgive me if I have offended you.Could you but know how dreary my past life has been, you would pardon me.It seemed to me, the very moment that I saw you, I had found a woman who would feel some slight interest in me, and that for her sweet compassion I would devote my whole life to her.But now I see how mad and foolish I have been, and I am plunged into the depths 'of despair.' "She accompanied these words with a glance sufficiently tender to restore all Norbert's courage.
"Ah, mademoiselle," said he; "do not trifle with me, for that would be too cruel."She let her head droop on her bosom, and, falling upon his knees, he poured a stream of impassioned kisses upon her hands.Diana felt herself swept away by this stream of passion; she gasped, and her fingers trembled, as she found that she was trapped in the same snare that she had set for another.Her reason warned her that she must bring this dangerous interview to a conclusion.
"I am forgetting all about my poor pensioners," said she.
"Ah, if I might but accompany you!"
"And so you may, but you must walk fast."It is quite true that great events spring from very trivial sources;and had Diana gone to visit La Besson, Norbert might have heard something concerning Daumon that would have put him on his guard; but, unfortunately, to-day Diana was bound on a visit to an old woman in another part of the parish.
