Saumaise! He knows who you are, and by the friendship he holds for me
and I for him, he shall tell me!" He became all eagerness again.
"Vervain! I might have known. Diane, give me some hope that all this
mystery shall some day be brushed aside. I am innocent of any evil; I
have committed no crime. Will you give me some hope, the barest straw?"
She did not answer. She was nervously fingering the ashes of her
letter.
"You do not answer? So be it. You have asked me why I did not seek
you. Some day you will learn. Since you refuse to take the locket, I
will keep it. Poor fool that I have been, with all these dreams!"
"You are destroying my mask, Monsieur."
He pressed his lips against the silken lips where hers had been so
often.
"Keep it," she said, carelessly, "or destroy it. It is valueless.
Will you stand aside? I wish to go."
He stood back, and she passed out. Her face remained in the shadow.
He strove to read it, in vain. Ah, well, Quebec was small. And she
had taken the voyage on the same ship as his father. . . . She had not
heard; she could not have heard! Ah, where was this labyrinth to lead,
and who was to throw him the guiding thread? He had returned that
evening from Three Rivers, if not happy, at least in a contented frame
of mind .
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