"A very proper question; and, considering our intimate friendship, a
very natural one. Although my intention is a profound secret, and one I
should not like to have go abroad at present, especially as her nearest
of kin might possibly object, still I shall venture to inform _you_,
since you are to have the honor of providing the means of carrying my
matrimonial designs into effect."
"I am certainly under obligations for your favorable consideration. But
the lady's name?"
"Miss Emily Dumont! a beautiful creature--high-spirited--every way
worthy--"
"Damnation! this is too much," growled Jaspar, fiercely, as he seized
the pistol which lay near him, and levelled it at De Guy. "You cursed
villain! You and I must cry quits!"
"Do not miss your aim!" coolly returned the attorney, drawing from his
pocket a revolver. "Miss not your aim, or the fortune is _all_ mine."
Jaspar was overcome by the coolness of De Guy, and, throwing down the
pistol, he sank back into his chair, overpowered by the violence of his
emotions.
"De Guy!" said he; "fiend! devil! you were born to torment me.
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