'There's a pretty
kettle of fish you've made!' said he as soon as he had finished
reading the letter. 'Of course, it means nothing.'
'But it must mean something, Uncle Michel.'
'I say it means nothing. Now I'll tell you what I shall do, Marie.
I shall start for Basle directly. I shall get there by twelve
o'clock to-night by going through Colmar, and I shall endeavour to
intercept the letter before Urmand would receive it to-morrow.'
This was a cruel blow to Marie after all her precautions. 'If I
cannot do that, I shall at any rate see him before he gets it. That
is what I shall do; and you must let me tell him, Marie, that you
repent having written the letter.'
'But I don't repent it, Uncle Michel; I don't, indeed. I can't
repent it. How can I repent it when I really mean it? I shall
never become his wife;--indeed I shall not. O, Uncle Michel, pray,
pray, pray do not go to Basle!'
But Michel Voss resolved that he would go to Basle, and to Basle he
went. The immediate weight, too, of Marie's misery was aggravated
by the fact that in order to catch the train for Basle at Colmar,
her uncle need not start quite immediately.
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