If we could gain her over we should have no
difficulty with the brother, and the point is to secure him."
"There is but one way I can see, your Excellency." De Pean did not
appear to make his suggestion very cheerfully, but he was anxious to
please the Intendant.
"How is that?" the Intendant asked sharply. He had not the deepest
sense of De Pean's wisdom.
"We must call in woman to fight woman in the interests of the
Company," replied the Secretary.
"A good scheme if one could be got to fight and win! But do you
know any woman who can lay her fingers on Le Gardeur de Repentigny
and pull him out from among the Honnetes Gens?"
"I do, your Excellency. I know the very one can do it," replied De
Pean confidently.
"You do! Why do you hesitate then? Have you any arriere pensee
that keeps you from telling her name at once?" asked the Intendant
impatiently.
"It is Mademoiselle des Meloises. She can do it, and no other woman
in New France need try!" replied De Pean.
"Why, she is a clipper, certainly! Bright eyes like hers rule the
world of fools--and of wise men, too," added Bigot in a parenthesis.
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