His fears seemed to arm him
with desperate fury.
"Where is the ring?--the ring!" said he, stopping in front of the
overseer. "Didn't you give me her ring?"
"I gave you a ring," said Dalhousie, calmly.
"Was it not _her_ ring? Did it not have her initial, and her father's
hair in it?" and Jaspar flew to the secretary, where he had deposited
the evidence of his niece's supposed death.
"There is no longer any need of continuing the deception--"
"Deception! Here is the ring, and here is the letter D. Doesn't it stand
for Dumont?"
"Not at all. It stands for Delia, my wife's name, in this instance."
"Your wife's name!" exclaimed Jaspar, striking his forehead furiously.
"It does, sir, and for her mother's name also, whose memory it was
intended to commemorate."
Jaspar's emotions were so violent, that the overseer began to fear some
fatal consequences might ensue.
"Calm yourself, Mr. Dumont. Do not let your passions overcome you. I
have no intention of making an evil use of this information," said he,
in a soothing tone.
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