Like a star struggling in the mist the faint voice
of an angel was heard afar off in the darkness.
The ringing of the Angelus went on. Her heart was utterly melted.
Her eyes, long parched, as a spent fountain in the burning desert,
were suddenly filled with tears. She felt no longer the agony of
the eyes that cannot weep. The blessed tears flowed quietly as the
waters of Shiloh, bringing relief to her poor soul, famishing for
one true word of affection. Long after the sweet bells ceased their
chime Caroline kept on praying for him, and long after the shades of
night had fallen over the Chateau of Beaumanoir.
CHAPTER XVI.
ANGELIQUE DES MELOISES.
"Come and see me to-night, Le Gardeur." Angelique des Meloises drew
the bridle sharply as she halted her spirited horse in front of the
officer of the guard at the St. Louis Gate. "Come and see me to-
night: I shall be at home to no one but you. Will you come?"
Had Le Gardeur de Repentigny been ever so laggard and indifferent a
lover the touch of that pretty hand, and the glance from the dark
eye that shot fire down into his very heart, would have decided him
to obey this seductive invitation.
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