"
Angelique scarcely took breath as she continued her eager recital.
"The Intendant, overpowered either by love of her or fear of her,
ceased his remonstrances. He gave some pieces of gold to the
Abenaquais, and dismissed them. The strange Indians kissed her on
both hands as they would a queen, and with many adieus vanished into
the forest. The lady, attended by Bigot, remained seated under the
tree till nightfall, when he conducted her secretly to the Chateau,
where she still remains in perfect seclusion in a secret chamber,
they say, and has been seen by none save one or two of the
Intendant's most intimate companions."
"Heavens! what a tale of romance! How learned you all this,
Angelique?" exclaimed Amelie, who had listened with breathless
attention to the narrative.
"Oh, partly from a hint from a Huron girl, and the rest from the
Intendant's Secretary. Men cannot keep secrets that women are
interested in knowing! I could make De Pean talk the Intendant's
head off his shoulders, if I had him an hour in my confessional.
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