She ought to be secured as well as
her brother in the interests of the Grand Company. A good marriage
with one of our party would secure her, and none of you dare
propose, by God!"
"It is useless to think of proposing to her," replied De Pean. "I
know the proud minx. She is one of the angelic ones who regard
marriage as a thing of Heaven's arrangement. She believes God never
makes but one man for one woman, and it is her duty to marry him or
nobody. It is whispered among the knowing girls who went to school
with her at the Convent,--and the Convent girls do know everything,
and something more,--that she always cherished a secret affection
for this Philibert, and that she will marry him some day."
"Marry Satan! Such a girl as that to marry a cursed Philibert!"
Bigot was really irritated at the information. "I think," said he,
"women are ever ready to sail in the ships of Tarshish, so long as
the cargo is gold, silver, ivory, apes, and peacocks! It speaks ill
for the boasted gallantry of the Grand Company if not one of them
can win this girl.
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