Norbert was half-mad with anger.
“Who would dare to treat you with anything save the most profound respect?” said he.
“Alas! my dear Norbert,” replied she, “to-morrow the scandal will be even greater. While your father was talking to me with such brutal violence and contempt, he was overheard by a woodcutter and perhaps by some of his companions.”
“It cannot be.”
“No, it is quite true,” returned Daumon. “I had it from the man myself.”
Mademoiselle de Laurebourg shot one glance at the Counsellor; it was only a glance, but he comprehended at once that she wished to be left alone with her lover.
“Pardon me,” said he, “but I think I have a visitor, and I must hinder any one from coming in here.”
He left the room as he spoke, closing the door noisily behind him.
“And so,” resumed Norbert when alone, “it seems that the Duke de Champdoce did not even take the ordinary precaution of assuring himself that you were in privacy before he spoke as he did, and was so carried away by his fury that he never thought that in casting dishonor upon you, he was heaping infamy on me. Does he think by these means to compel me to marry the heiress whom he has chose for me, the Mademoiselle de Puymandour?”
For the first time Diana learned the name of her rival.