How beautiful the country looks from here!"
replied Amelie. "How much pleasanter to be in it, revelling among
the flowers and under the trees! I like to touch the country as
well as to look at it from a distance, as you do in Quebec."
"Well, I never care for the country if I can only get enough of the
city. Quebec was never so gay as it has been this year. The Royal
Roussillon, and the freshly arrived regiments of Bearn and Ponthieu,
have turned the heads of all Quebec,--of the girls, that is.
Gallants have been plenty as bilberries in August. And you may be
sure I got my share, Amelie." Angelique laughed aloud at some
secret reminiscences of her summer campaign.
"It is well that I did not come to the city, Angelique, to get my
head turned like the rest; but now that I am here, suppose I should
mercifully try to heal some of the hearts you have broken!"
"I hope you won't try. Those bright eyes of yours would heal too
effectually the wounds made by mine, and that is not what I desire,"
replied Angelique, laughing.
"No! then your heart is more cruel than your eyes.
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