But on going to attend high mass in Sairmeuse the following Sunday, she
realized the futility of her efforts.
People did not look at her haughtily, or even curiously; but they turned
away their heads to laugh, and she overheard remarks upon the maiden
widow which pierced her very soul.
They mocked her; they ridiculed her!
"Oh! I will have my revenge!" she muttered.
But she had not waited for these insults before thinking of vengeance;
and she had found her father quite ready to assist her in her plans.
For the first time the father and the daughter were in accord.
"The Duc de Sairmeuse shall learn what it costs to aid in the escape
of a prisoner and to insult a man like me. Fortune, favor, position--he
shall lose all! I hope to see him ruined and dishonored at my feet.
You shall see that day! you shall see that day!" said the marquis,
vehemently.
But, unfortunately for him and his plans, he was extremely ill for three
days, after the scene at Sairmeuse; then he wasted three days more in
composing a report, which was intended to crush his former ally.
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