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Updated: June 5, 2025
Des Meloises looked as statesmanlike as he could when delivering this dictum. "Ruin the King's friends! Who are they, Des Meloises?" asked Poulariez, with a look of well-assumed surprise. "Why, the associates of the Grand Company, to be sure! What other friends has the King got in New France?" "Really!
In a few minutes she dismounted at her own home, and giving her horse in charge of a groom, ran lightly up the broad steps into the house. The family mansion of the Des Meloises was a tall and rather pretentious edifice overlooking the fashionable Rue St. Louis. The house was, by a little artifice on the part of Angelique, empty of visitors this evening.
Le Gardeur gave one wild look and recognized the well-known form and features of the Bourgeois. He threw his sword on the ground, exclaiming, "Oh! oh! unhappy man that I am! It is parricide! parricide! to have slain the father of my brother Pierre! Oh, Angelique des Meloises! you made me draw my sword, and I knew not who it was or what I did!" "I told you, Le Gardeur, and you are angry with me.
Bigot returned their salutations with official brevity, but his dark face broke into sunshine as he passed ladies and citizens whom he knew as partners of the Grand Company or partizans of his own faction. As he rode rapidly through the streets many an ill wish followed him, until he dismounted before the mansion of the Des Meloises.
"What care I, Amelie, so long as Angelique is not weak and fickle to me?" answered he; "but she will think her tardy lover is both weak and fickle unless I put in a speedy appearance at the Maison des Meloises!" He rose up as if to depart, still holding his sister by the hand. Amelie's tears flowed silently in the darkness.
I will act on your suggestion, and trust I shall not find her unreasonable." "I hope your Excellency will not find her unreasonable, but I know you will, for if ever the devil of contradiction was in a woman he is in Angelique des Meloises!" replied De Pean savagely, as if he spoke from some experience of his own. "Well, I will try to cast out that devil by the power of a still stronger one.
"To kill a woman or a man were of itself a pleasure even without the profit," replied La Corriveau, doggedly. "But why should I run myself into danger for you, Mademoiselle des Meloises? Have you gold enough to balance the risk?" Angelique had now fairly overleaped all barriers of reserve. "I will give you more than your eyes ever beheld, if you will serve me in this matter, Dame Dodier!"
Such a glorious crush of handsome girls has not been seen, they say, since our regiment came to Quebec." "And not likely to have been seen before your distinguished arrival eh, Monredin?" ejaculated Des Meloises, holding his glass to be refilled. "That is delicious Burgundy," added he, "I did not think any one beside the Intendant had wine like that."
She would wear her brightest looks, her gayest robe, her hat and feathers, the newest from Paris. She would ride out into the city, go to the Cathedral, show herself to all her friends, and make every one say or think that Angelique des Meloises had not a care or trouble in the world.
"Angelique des Meloises, you send your gold and your roses to me because you believe me to be a worse demon than yourself, but you are worthy to be crowned tonight with these roses as queen of hell and mistress of all the witches that ever met in Grand Sabbat at the palace of Galienne, where Satan sits on a throne of gold!"
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