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"Do not blame me for infidelities committed before I knew you, Angelique!" said he, seizing her hand, which he held forcibly in his, in spite of her efforts to wrench it away. "It is my nature to worship beauty at every shrine. I have ever done so until I found the concentration of all my divinities in you. I could not, if I would, be unfaithful to you, Angelique des Meloises!"
"I flattered myself your visit was all on my own account, Chevalier." "So it was." Bigot felt himself on rather soft ground. "Your brother, the Chevalier des Meloises, has doubtless consulted you upon the plan of life he has sketched out for both of you?" "My good brother sketches so many plans of life that I really am not certain I know the one you refer to."
When she awoke the sun was pouring in her windows. A fresh breeze shook the trees. The birds sang gaily in the garden. The street was alive and stirring with people. It was broad day. Angelique des Meloises was herself again. Her day-dream of ambition resumed its power. Her night-dream of love was over.
She is utterly unworthy of my brother, but I feel now it were better Le Gardeur had married even her than that he should be utterly lost to himself and us all. I will see Angelique des Meloises myself. It was her summons brought him back to the city. She alone can withdraw him from the vile companionship of Bigot and his associates at the Palace."
"Mademoiselle Angelique des Meloises, one hears enough of her! a high lady indeed! who will be low enough at last! A minx as vain as she is pretty, who would marry all the men in New France, and kill all the women, if she could have her way! What in the name of the Sabbat does she want with La Corriveau?"
The Intendant will not proceed without a full board: I must attend the meeting to-day at the Palace." "Oh, assuredly, Chevalier," replied Louise Roy. The Chevalier des Meloises took his departure under this shower of arrows. The young La Force was as yet only an idle dangler about the city; but in the course of time became a man of wit and energy worthy of his name. He replied gaily,
His wit is like his wine, Angelique: one never tires of either, and no lavishness exhausts it. In a word, I, like the Intendant, I like his wit, his wine, his friends, some of them, that is! but above all, I like you, Angelique, and will be more his friend than ever for your sake, since I have learned his generosity towards the Chevalier des Meloises."
But you will not go, Le Gardeur!" added she, clinging to his arm. "You are safe so long as you are with your sister, you will be safe no longer if you go to the Maison des Meloises tonight!" "Go I must and shall, Amelie! I have drank the maddening philtre, I know that, Amelie, and would not take an antidote if I had one! The world has no antidote to cure me.
I thought he had the Regiment of Bearn for a number of them to say nothing of the honest people of the Colony," replied Poulariez, impatiently. "The Honnetes Gens, you mean!" exclaimed Des Meloises.
"I never counted it, your Excellency; but, much or little, I owe it all to your friendship," replied De Pean with a touch of mock humility. "My friendship! Well, so be it. It is enough to make Angelique des Meloises Madame de Pean when she finds she cannot be Madame Intendant. Do you see your way now, De Pean?"
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