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"
Well
,
"
said
Beauchamp
,
"
what
still
oppresses
you
,
my
friend
?
"
"
I
am
broken-hearted
,
"
said
Albert
.
"
Listen
,
Beauchamp
!
I
can
not
thus
,
in
a
moment
relinquish
the
respect
,
the
confidence
,
and
pride
with
which
a
father
's
untarnished
name
inspires
a
son
.
Oh
,
Beauchamp
,
Beauchamp
,
how
shall
I
now
approach
mine
?
Shall
I
draw
back
my
forehead
from
his
embrace
,
or
withhold
my
hand
from
his
?
I
am
the
most
wretched
of
men
.
Ah
,
my
mother
,
my
poor
mother
!
"
said
Albert
,
gazing
through
his
tears
at
his
mother
's
portrait
;
"
if
you
know
this
,
how
much
must
you
suffer
!
"
"
Come
,
"
said
Beauchamp
,
taking
both
his
hands
,
"
take
courage
,
my
friend
.
"
"
But
how
came
that
first
note
to
be
inserted
in
your
journal
?
Some
unknown
enemy
--
an
invisible
foe
--
has
done
this
.
"
"
The
more
must
you
fortify
yourself
,
Albert
.
Let
no
trace
of
emotion
be
visible
on
your
countenance
,
bear
your
grief
as
the
cloud
bears
within
it
ruin
and
death
--
a
fatal
secret
,
known
only
when
the
storm
bursts
.
Go
,
my
friend
,
reserve
your
strength
for
the
moment
when
the
crash
shall
come
.
"
"
You
think
,
then
,
all
is
not
over
yet
?
"
said
Albert
,
horror-stricken
.
"
I
think
nothing
,
my
friend
;
but
all
things
are
possible
.
By
the
way
"
--
"
What
?
"
said
Albert
,
seeing
that
Beauchamp
hesitated
"
Are
you
going
to
marry
Mademoiselle
Danglars
?
"
"
Why
do
you
ask
me
now
?
"
