"
"Pshaw! dame! Tell me about the Seigneur de Repentigny! Does
Angelique des Meloises love him, think you?" Caroline's eyes were
fixed like stars upon the dame, awaiting her reply.
"It takes women to read women, they say," replied the dame, "and
every lady in Quebec would swear that Angelique loves the Seigneur
de Repentigny; but I know that, if she can, she will marry the
Intendant, whom she has fairly bewitched with her wit and beauty,
and you know a clever woman can marry any man she pleases, if she
only goes the right way about it: men are such fools!"
Caroline grew faint. Cold drops gathered on her brow. A veil of
mist floated before her eyes. "Water! good dame water!" she
articulated, after several efforts.
Dame Tremblay ran, and got her a drink of water and such
restoratives as were at hand. The dame was profuse in words of
sympathy: she had gone through life with a light, lively spirit, as
became the Charming Josephine, but never lost the kindly heart that
was natural to her.
Caroline rallied from her faintness.
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