“Mercy!” said he. “You would pardon me if you knew all the horrors of
the punishment that I am enduring. I was mad, blind, besotted, nor did I
love you as I do at this moment.”
A smile played round Diana’s beautiful mouth, for Norbert had told her
nothing that she did not know before, but she wished to hear it from his
own lips.
“Alas!” murmured she; “I can only frame my reply with the fatal words,
‘_Too late_!’”
“Diana!”
He endeavored to seize her hand, but she drew it away with a rapid
movement.
“Do not use that name,” said she; “you have no right to do so. Is it not
sufficient to have blighted the young girl’s life? and yet you seek to
compromise the honor of the wife. You must forget me; do you understand?
It is to tell you this that I am here. The other day, when I saw you
again, I lost my self-command. My heart leapt up at the sight of you,
and, fool that I was, I permitted you to see this; but base no hopes
on my weakness. I said to you, Let us be friends. It was a mere act of
madness. We can never be friends, and had better, therefore, treat each
other as strangers. Do you forget that lying tongues at Bevron accused
me of being your mistress? Do you think that this falsehood has not
reached my husband’s ears? One day, when your name was mentioned in
his presence, I saw a gleam of hatred and jealousy in his eye. Great
heavens! should he, on my return, suspect that my hand had rested in
yours, he would expel me from his house like some guilty wretch! The
door of our house must remain for ever closed to you. I am miserable
indeed. Be a man; and if your heart still holds one atom of the love you
once bore for me, prove it by never seeking me again.”
As she concluded she hurried away, leaving in Norbert’s heart a more
deadly poison than the one she had endeavored to persuade the son to
administer to his father, the Duke de Champdoce. She knew each chord
that vibrated in his heart, and could play on it at will. She felt sure
that in a month he would again be her slave, and that she could exercise
over him a sway more despotic than she had yet done, and, in addition to
this, that he would assist her in executing a cruel scheme of revenge,
which she had long been plotting.
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