"Welcome, Le Gardeur!" exclaimed she, giving both hands in his: "I
knew you would come; you are welcome as the returned prodigal!"
"Dear Angelique!" repeated he, after kissing her hands with fervor,
"the prodigal was sure to return, he could not live longer on the
dry husks of mere recollections."
"So he rose, and came to the house that is full and overflowing with
welcome for him! It is good of you to come, Le Gardeur! why have
you stayed so long away?" Angelique in the joy of his presence
forgot for the moment her meditated infidelity.
A swift stroke of her hand swept aside her flowing skirts to clear a
place for him upon the sofa, where he sat down beside her.
"This is kind of you, Angelique," said he, "I did not expect so much
condescension after my petulance at the Governor's ball; I was
wicked that night--forgive me."
"The fault was more mine, I doubt, Le Gardeur." Angelique
recollected how she had tormented him on that occasion by capricious
slights, while bounteous of her smiles to others. "I was angry with
you because of your too great devotion to Cecile Tourangeau.
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