"It matters not," replied the doctor; "the lady's case is safe. You can
inform Mr. Dumont that his niece will present herself in a week or ten
days."
"But, my dear sir, the delay will be fatal, both to the lady and her
uncle," said the attorney, with alarm.
"It cannot be helped," said the doctor.
"Mr. Dumont's health, I fear, will render it unsafe to wait so long.
Miss Dumont does not wish her uncle to die unforgiven."
"I will go, sir; I will go at once," exclaimed Emily, shocked at the
condition of Jaspar, and anxious, as was her nature, to relieve the
sufferings he must endure in her absence. She forgot how basely he had
wronged her--how he had attempted her life; the divine sentiment, "Love
your enemies," prevailed over every other consideration.
"Die unforgiven," muttered the doctor. "Is he sick?"
"He is, sir, and near his end."
"Why have you not mentioned this circumstance before? It seems of
sufficient importance to merit a passing word."
"I wished not to distress the lady. I think I hinted that he was in
great distress.
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