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"You do not trust me," said he."You would be dishonored.Shall I not share a portion of the world's censure? And, if you wish me, I will be a dishonored man also.To-night I will cheat at play at the club, be detected, and leave the room an outcast from the society of all honorable men for the future.Fly with me to some distant land, and we will live happily under whatever name you may choose.""I must not listen to you," cried she wildly."It is impossible now.""Impossible!--and why? Tell me, I entreat you.""Ah, George," sobbed she, "if you only knew----"He placed his arm around her waist, and was about to press his lips on that fair brow, when all at once he felt Marie shiver in his clasp, and, raising one of her arms, point towards the door, which had opened silently during their conversation, and upon the threshold of which stood Norbert de Champdoce, gloomy and threatening.

The Marquis saw in an instant the terrible position in which his insensate folly had placed the woman he loved.

"Do not come any nearer," said he, addressing Norbert; "remain where you are."A bitter laugh from the Duke made him realize the folly of his command.He supported the Duchess to a couch, and seated her upon it.

She recovered consciousness almost immediately, and, as she opened her eyes, George read in them the most perfect forgiveness for the man who had ruined her life and hopes.

This look, and the fond assurance conveyed in it, restored all George's coolness and self-possession, and he turned towards Norbert.

"However compromising appearances may seem, I am the only one deserving punishment; the Duchess has nothing to reproach herself with in any way; it was without her knowledge, and without any encouragement from her, that I dared to enter this house, knowing as Idid that the servants were all absent."

Norbert, however, still maintained the same gloomy silence.He too had need to collect his thoughts.As he ascended the stairs he knew that he should find the Duchess with a lover, but he had not calculated upon that lover being George de Croisenois, a man whom he loathed and detested more than any one that he was in the habit of meeting in society.When he recognized George, it was with the utmost difficulty that he restrained himself from springing upon him and endeavoring to strangle him.He had suspected this man of having gained Diana's affections, and now he found him in the character of the lover of his wife, and he was silent simply because he had not yet made up his mind what he would say.If his face was outwardly calm and rigid as marble, while the flames of hell were raging in his heart, it was because his limbs for the moment refused to obey his will; but, in spite of this, Norbert was, for the time, literally insane.

Croisenois folded his arms, and continued,--"I had only just come here at the moment of your arrival.Why were you not here to listen to all that passed between us? Would to heaven that you had been! Then you would have understood all the grandeur and nobility of your wife's soul.I admit the magnitude of my fault, but Iam at your service, and am prepared to give you the satisfaction that you will doubtless demand.""From your words," answered Norbert slowly, "I presume that you allude to a duel; that is to say, that having effected my dishonor to-night, you purpose to kill me to-morrow morning.In the game that you have been playing a man stakes his life, and you, I think, have lost."Croisenois bowed."I am a dead man," thought he as he glanced towards the Duchess, "and not for your sake, but on account of quite another woman."The sound of his own voice excited Norbert, and he went on more rapidly: "What need have I to risk my life in a duel? I come to my own home, I find you with my wife, I blow out your brains, and the law will exonerate me." As he said these last words, he drew a revolver from his pocket and levelled it at George.The moment was an intensely exciting one, but Croisenois did not show any sign of emotion, Norbert did not press the trigger, and the suspense became more than could be borne.

"Fire!" cried George, "fire!"

"No," returned Norbert coldly; "on reflection I have come to the conclusion that your dead body would be a source of extreme inconvenience to me.""You try my forbearance too far.What are your intentions?""I mean to kill you," answered Norbert in such a voice of concentrated ferocity that George shuddered in spite of all his courage, "but it shall not be with a pistol shot.It is said that blood will wash out any stain, but it is false; for even if all yours is shed, it will not remove the stain from my escutcheon.One of us must vanish from the face of the earth in such a manner that no trace of him may remain.""I agree.Show me how this is to be done.""I know a method," answered Norbert."If I was certain that no human being was aware of your presence here to-night----""No one can possibly know it."

"Then," answered the Duke, "instead of taking advantage of the rights that the law gives me and shooting you down on the spot, I will consent to risk my life against yours."George de Croisenois breathed a sigh of relief."I am ready," replied he, "as I before told you.""I heard you; but remember that this will be no ordinary duel, in the light of day, with seconds to regulate the manner of our conduct.""We will fight exactly as you wish."

"In that case, I name swords as the weapons, the garden as the spot, and this instant as the hour."The Marquis cast a glance at the window.

"You think," observed Norbert, comprehending his look, "that the night is so dark that we cannot see the blades of our swords?""Quite so."

"You need not fear; there will be light enough for this death struggle of the one who remains in the garden, for you understand that one /will/ remain.""I understand you; shall we go down at once?"Norbert shook his head in the negative.

"You are in too great a hurry," said he, "and have not given me time to fix my conditions.""I am listening."