"
"But I am in earnest! I mean to win and wear the Intendant of New
France, to show my superiority over the whole bevy of beauties
competing for his hand. There is not a girl in Quebec but would run
away with him tomorrow."
"Fie, Angelique! such a libel upon our sex! You know better. But
you cannot love him?"
"Love him? No!" Angelique repeated the denial scornfully. "Love
him! I never thought of love and him together! He is not handsome,
like your brother Le Gardeur, who is my beau-ideal of a man I could
love; nor has the intellect and nobility of Colonel Philibert, who
is my model of a heroic man. I could love such men as them. But my
ambition would not be content with less than a governor or royal
intendant in New France. In old France I would not put up with less
than the King himself!"
Angelique laughed at her own extravagance, but she believed in it
all the same. Amelie, though shocked at her wildness, could not
help smiling at her folly.
"Have you done raving?" said she; "I have no right to question your
selection of a lover or doubt your power, Angelique.
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