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Without her suspecting it, he followed her until the road passed through a small plantation, when he came up and addressed her.

"What do you want with me?" asked she angrily.

He made no direct reply; but after apologizing for his boldness, he began to offer his congratulations upon her approaching marriage, which was now the talk of the whole neighborhood, and which pleased him much, as M.de Mussidan was in every way superior to--"Is that all you have to say to me?" asked Diana, interrupting his string of words.

As she turned from him, he had the audacity to lay his hand upon the edge of her jacket.

"I have more to say," said he, "if you will honor me with your attention.Something about--you can guess what.""About whom or what?" asked she, making no effort to hide her supreme contempt.

He smiled, glanced around to see that no one was within hearing, and then said in a low voice,--"It is about the bottle of poison."

She recoiled, as though some venomous reptile had started up in front of her.

"What do you mean?" cried she."How dare you speak to me thus?"All his servile manner had now returned to him, and he uttered a string of complaints in a whining tone of voice.She had played him a most unfair trick, and had stolen a certain little glass bottle from his office; and if anything had leaked out, his head would have paid the penalty of a crime in which he had no hand.He was quite ill, owing to the suspense and anxiety he had endured; sleep would not come to his bed, and the pangs of remorse tortured him continually.

"Enough," cried Diana, stamping her foot angrily on the ground.

"Enough, I say."

"Well, mademoiselle, I can no longer remain here.I am far too nervous, and I wish to go to some foreign country.""Come, let me hear the real meaning of this long preface."Thus adjured, Daumon spoke.He only wished for some little memento to cheer his days and nights of exile, some little recognition of his services; in fact, such a sum as would bring him in an income of three thousand francs.

"I understand you," replied Diana."You wish to be paid for what you call your kindness.""Ah, mademoiselle!"

"And you put a value of sixty thousand francs upon it; that is rather a high price, is it not?""Alas! it is not half what this unhappy business has cost me.""Nonsense; your demand is preposterous."

"Demand!" returned he; "I make no demand.I come to you respectfully and with a little charity.If I were to demand, I should come to you in quite a different manner.I should say, 'Pay me such and such a sum, or I tell everything.' What have I to lose if the whole story comes to light? A mere nothing.I am a poor man, and am growing old.

You and M.Norbert are the ones that have something to fear.You are noble, rich, and young, and a happy future lies before you."Diana paused and thought for an instant.

"You are speaking," answered she at last, "in a most foolish manner.

When charges are made against people, proofs must be forthcoming.""Quite right, mademoiselle; but can you say that these proofs are not in my hands? Should you, however, desire to buy them, you are at liberty to do so.I give you the first option, and yet you grumble."As he spoke, he drew a battered leather pocket-book from his breast, and took from it a paper, which, after having been crumpled, had been carefully smoothed out again.Diana glanced at it, and then uttered a stifled cry of rage and fear, for she at once recognized her last letter to Norbert.

"That wretch, Francoise, has betrayed me," exclaimed she, "and I saved her mother from a death by hunger and cold."The Counsellor held out the letter to her.She thought that he had no suspicion of her, and made an attempt to snatch it from him; but he was on his guard, and drew back with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"No, mademoiselle," said he; "this is not the little bottle of poison;however, I will give it to you, together with another one, when I have obtained what I ask.Nothing for nothing, however; and if I must go to the scaffold, I will do so in good company."Mademoiselle de Laurebourg was in utter despair.

"But I have no money," said she."Where is a girl to find such a sum?""M.Norbert can find it."

"Go to him, then."

Daumon made a negative sign with his head.

"I am not quite such a fool," answered he; "I know M.Norbert too well.He is the very image of his father.But you can manage him, mademoiselle; besides, you have much interest in having the matter settled.""Counsellor!"

"There is no use in beating about the bush.I come to you humbly enough, and you treat me like so much dirt.I will not submit to this, as you will find to your cost./I/ never poisoned any one; but enough of this kind of thing.To-day is Tuesday; if on Friday, by six o'clock, I do not have what I have asked for, your father and the Count Octave will have a letter from me, and perhaps your fine marriage may come to nothing after all."This insolence absolutely struck Diana dumb, and Daumon had disappeared round a turning of the road before she could find words to crush him for his vile attempt at extortion.She felt that he was capable of keeping his word, even if by so doing he seriously injured himself without gaining any advantage.

A nature like Diana's always looks danger boldly in the face.She had, however, but little choice how she would act--for to apply to Norbert was the only resource left to her--for she knew that he would do all in his power to ward off the danger which threatened both of them so nearly.The idea, however, of applying to him for aid was repugnant to her pride.To what depths of meanness and infamy had she descended!

and to what avail had been all her aspirations of ambition and grandeur?

She was at the mercy of a wretch--of Daumon, in fact.She was forced to go as a suppliant to a man whom she had loved so well that she now hated him with a deadly hatred.But she did not hesitate for a moment.

She went straight to the cottage of Widow Rouleau, and despatched Francoise in quest of Norbert.