She tried to call upon
her pride, but that came very laggardly to the relief of her
discomposure.
Her interview, too, with Angelique des Meloises had caused her no
little disquiet. The bold avowals of Angelique with reference to
the Intendant had shocked Amelie. She knew that her brother had
given more of his thoughts to this beautiful, reckless girl than was
good for his peace, should her ambition ever run counter to his
love.
The fond sister sighed deeply when she reflected that the woman who
had power to make prize of Le Gardeur's love was not worthy of him.
It is no rare thing for loving sisters who have to resign their
brothers to others' keeping to think so. But Amelie knew that
Angelique des Meloises was incapable of that true love which only
finds its own in the happiness of another. She was vain, selfish,
ambitious, and--what Amelie did not yet know--possessed of neither
scruple nor delicacy in attaining her objects.
It had chimed the hour of noon upon the old clock of the Recollets,
and Amelie still sat looking wistfully over the great square of the
Place d'Armes, and curiously scanning every horseman that rode
across it.
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