But who is she, Cadet?--she
must be a clever one," said Bigot, sententiously.
"So she is! and she is too clever for young De Repentigny: she has
got her pretty fingers in his gills, and can carry her fish to
whatever market she chooses!"
"Cadet! Cadet! out with it!" repeated a dozen voices. "Yes, out
with it!" repeated Bigot. "We are all companions under the rose,
and there are no secrets here about wine or women!"
"Well, I would not give a filbert for all the women born since
mother Eve!" said Cadet, flinging a nut-shell at the ceiling. "But
this is a rare one, I must confess. Now stop! Don't cry out again
'Cadet! out with it!' and I will tell you! What think you of the
fair, jolly Mademoiselle des Meloises?"
"Angelique? Is De Repentigny in love with her?" Bigot looked quite
interested now.
"In love with her? He would go on all fours after her, if she
wanted him! He does almost, as it is."
Bigot placed a finger on his brow and pondered for a moment. "You
say well, Cadet; if De Repentigny has fallen in love with that girl,
he is ours forever! Angelique des Meloises never lets go her ox
until she offers him up as a burnt offering! The Honnetes Gens will
lose one of the best trout in their stream if Angelique has the
tickling of him!"
Bigot did not seem to be quite pleased with Cadet's information.
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