" By this means all Nemours came to
know the profession of Ursula's father, a secret the old doctor had
sedulously kept.
Savinien did not go to Montargis. He received in the course of the day
an anonymous letter containing a prophecy:--
"You will never marry Ursula. If you wish her to live, give her up
at once to a man who loves her more than you love her. He has made
himself a musician and an artist to please her, and he would
rather see her dead than let her be your wife."
The doctor came to Ursula three times in the course of that day, for
she was really in danger of death from the horror of this mysterious
persecution. Feeling that some infernal hand had plunged her into the
mire, the poor girl lay like a martyr; she said nothing, but lifted
her eyes to heaven, and wept no more; she seemed awaiting other blows,
and prayed fervently.
"I am glad I cannot go down into the salon," she said to Monsieur
Bongrand and the abbe, who left her as little as possible; "_He_ would
come, and I am now unworthy of the looks with which _he_ blessed me. Do
you think _he_ will suspect me?"
"If Savinien does not discover the author of these infamies he means
to get the assistance of the Paris police," said Bongrand.
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