"Why talk to me of law？ When I am of age， I shall have plenty of money，" broke in Norbert； "and do you think that I will tamely submit to my father's oppression？ No， I will wrest his consent from him."During this conversation the Counsellor was carefully removing the dust from the knees of his trousers.
"I will pop in suddenly，" thought he， "and catch a word or two which will do away with the necessity of all lengthy explanations."He suited the action to the word， and appeared suddenly before the lovers.He was not at all disconcerted at the effect his entrance produced upon them， and remarked placidly， "I could not find the sheriff's letter， but I assure you that Widow Rouleau's matter shall be speedily and satisfactorily arranged."Diana and Norbert exchanged glances of annoyance at finding their secret at the mercy of such a man.This evident distrust appeared to wound Daumon deeply.
"You have a perfect right，" remarked he dejectedly， "to say， 'Mind your own business；' but the fact is， that I hate all kinds of injustice so much that I always take the side of the weakest， and so， when I come in and find you deploring your troubles， I say to myself， 'Doubtless here are two young people made for each other.' ""You forget yourself，" broke in Diana haughtily.
"I beg your pardon，" stammered Daumon."I am but a poor peasant， and sometimes I speak out too plainly.I meant no harm， and I only hope that you will forgive me."Daumon looked at Diana； and as she made no reply， he went on： "'Well，'
says I to myself， 'here are two young folks that have fallen in love， and have every right to do so， and yet they are kept apart by unreasonable and cruel-minded parents.They are young and know nothing of the law， and without help they would most certainly get into a muddle.Now， suppose I take their matter in hand， knowing the law thoroughly as I do， and being up to its weak as well as its strong points.'"He spoke on in this strain for some minutes， and did not notice that they had withdrawn a little apart， and were whispering to each other.
"Why should we not trust him？" asked Norbert."He has plenty of experience.""He would betray us； he would do anything for money.""That is all the better for us then； for if we promise him a handsome sum， he will not say a word of what has passed to-day.""Do as you think best， Norbert."
Having thus gained Diana's assent， the young man turned to Daumon."Iput every faith in you， and so does Mademoiselle de Laurebourg.You know our exact situation.What do you advise？""Wait and hope，" answered the Counsellor."The slightest step taken before you are of age will be fatal to your prospects， but the day you are twenty-one I will undertake to show you several methods of bringing the Duke on his knees."Nothing could make this speech more explicit； but he was so cheerful and confident， that when Diana left the office， she felt a fountain of fresh hope well up in her heart.
This was nearly their last interview that year， for the winter came on rapidly and with increased severity， so that it was impossible for the lovers to meet out of doors， and the fear of spying eyes prevented them from taking advantage of Daumon's hospitality.Each day， however， the widow's daughter， Francoise， carried a letter to Laurebourg， and brought back a reply to Champdoce.The inhabitants of the various country houses had fled to more genial climates， and only the Marquis de Laurebourg， who was an inveterate sportsman， still lingered； but at the first heavy fall of snow he too determined to take refuge in the magnificent house that he owned in the town of Poitiers.Norbert had foreseen this， and had taken his measures accordingly.Two or three times in the week he mounted his horse and rode to the town.After changing his dress， he made haste to a certain garden wall in which there was a small door.At an agreed hour this door would gently open， and as Norbert slipped through he would find Diana ready to welcome him， looking more bewitching than ever.This great passion， which now enthralled his whole life， and the certainty that his love was returned， had done away with a great deal of his bashfulness and timidity.He had resumed his acquaintanceship with Montlouis， and had often been with him to the Café Castille.Montlouis was only for a short time at Poitiers， for as soon as spring began he was to join the young Count de Mussidan， who had promised to find some employment for him.The approaching departure was not at all to Montlouis' taste， as he was madly in love with a young girl who resided in the town.He told all to Norbert； and as confidence begets confidence， he more than once accompanied the young Marquis to the door in the garden wall of the Count de Laurebourg's town house.
April came at last.The gentry returned to their country houses， and in time the happy day arrived when Diana de Laurebourg was to return to her father's country mansion.The lovers had now every opportunity to meet， and would exhort each other to have patience， and a week after Diana's return they spent a long day together in the woods.
After this delicious day， Norbert， happy and light-hearted， returned to his father's house.
"Marquis，" said the Duke， plunging at once into the topic nearest his heart， "I have found a wife for you， and in two months you will marry her."
