"Hum! is that your thought, De Pean? Looks she in this quarter?"
Bigot meditated with his hand on his chin for a moment or two. "You
think she is doubtless at home this morning?" added he.
"It was late when De Repentigny left her last night, and she would
have long and pleasant dreams after that visit, I warrant," replied
the Secretary.
"How do you know? By St. Picot! You watch her closely, De Pean!"
"I do, your Excellency: I have reason," was the reply.
De Pean did not say what his reason for watching Angelique was;
neither did Bigot ask. The Intendant cared not to pry into the
personal matters of his friends. He had himself too much to conceal
not to respect the secrets of his associates.
"Well, De Pean! I will wait on Mademoiselle des Meloises this
morning. I will act on your suggestion, and trust I shall not find
her unreasonable."
"I hope your Excellency will not find her unreasonable, but I know
you will, for if ever the devil of contradiction was in a woman he
is in Angelique des Meloises!" replied De Pean savagely, as if he
spoke from some experience of his own.
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