Rodolph gazed on the countess with unfeigned astonishment.
"Is it possible," cried he, "that you can bring yourself to defer the gratification of your pride and ambition?"
"Till I have indulged the greater gratification of a mother's feelings. Does that surprise you, my lord?"
"It does indeed!"
"And shall I see my daughter?"
"I repeat—"
"Have a care, my lord,—the moments are precious,—mine are possibly numbered! As my brother said, the present trial may kill or cure me. I am now struggling, with all my power, with all the energy I possess, against the exhaustion occasioned by the discovery just made to me. I demand to see my daughter, or otherwise I refuse the hand you offer me, and, if I die before the performance of the marriage ceremony, her birth can never be legitimised!"
"But Fleur-de-Marie is not here; I must send for her."
"Then do so instantly, and I consent to everything you may propose; and as, I repeat, my minutes are probably numbered, the marriage can take place while they are conducting my child hither."
"Although 'tis a matter of surprise to hear such sentiments from you, yet they are too praiseworthy to be treated with indifference. You shall see Fleur-de-Marie; I will write to her to come directly."