The Champdoce mystery . ered to sacrifice one-third of his fortune for thehonor of forming this connection, and would havegiven up the whole of it, could he but have seen achild in whose veins ran the united blood of Palouzetand the Champdoce seated upon his knee. A mar-riage of this kind would have given him a real posi-tion; for to have a Champdoce for a son-in-lawwould compel all scoffers to bridle their tongues. The day after he had received a favorable replyfrom the Duke, M. de Puymandour thought that itwas time to inform his daughter of his never thought that she would make
The Champdoce mystery . ered to sacrifice one-third of his fortune for thehonor of forming this connection, and would havegiven up the whole of it, could he but have seen achild in whose veins ran the united blood of Palouzetand the Champdoce seated upon his knee. A mar-riage of this kind would have given him a real posi-tion; for to have a Champdoce for a son-in-lawwould compel all scoffers to bridle their tongues. The day after he had received a favorable replyfrom the Duke, M. de Puymandour thought that itwas time to inform his daughter of his never thought that she would make any opposi-tion, and, of course, supposed that she would be as de-lighted as he was at the honor that awaited her. Hewas seated in a magnificently furnished room whichhe called his library when he arrived at this conclu-sion, and ringing the bell, ordered the servant to in-quire of mademoiselles maid if her mistress couldgrant him an interview. He gave this curious mes-sage, which did not appear to surprise the servant. HE CLASPED HIS HANDS CONVULSIVELY, AND THEX FELL HELPLESSLYBACKWARDS, STRIKING HIS HEAD AGAINST AN OAKEN SIDEBOARD THE HONOR OF THE NAME 99 in the least, with an air of the utmost communication between the father and daughterwas always carried on upon this basis; and scofferswickedly asserted that M. de Puymandour had mod-elled it upon a book of etiquette, for the guidanceof her household, written by a venerable arch-duchess. Shortly after the man had departed on his er-rand, a little tap came to the door. Come in, exclaimed M. de Puymandour. And Mademoiselle Marie ran in and gave herfather a kiss upon each cheek. He frowned slightly,and extricated himself from her embrace. I thought it better to come to you, my dearfather, said she, than to give you the trouble ofcoming all the way to me. You always forget that there are certain formsand ceremonies necessary for a young lady of yourposition. Marie gave a little gentle smile, for she was nostrang
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