In a word, I, like the Intendant, I like his wit ,his wine, his
friends,--some of them, that is!--but above all, I like you,
Angelique, and will be more his friend than ever for your sake,
since I have learned his generosity towards the Chevalier des
Meloises."
The Intendant had recently bestowed a number of valuable shares in
the Grand Company upon the brother of Angelique, making the fortune
of that extravagant young nobleman.
"I am glad you will be his friend, if only for my sake," added she,
coquettishly. "But some great friends of yours like him not. Your
sweet sister Amelie shrank like a sensitive plant at the mention of
his name, and the Lady de Tilly put on her gravest look to-day when
I spoke of the Chevalier Bigot."
Le Gardeur gave Angelique an equivocal look at mention of his
sister. "My sister Amelie is an angel in the flesh," said he. "A
man need be little less than divine to meet her full approval; and
my good aunt has heard something of the genial life of the
Intendant. One may excuse a reproving shake of her noble head.
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