The words of her maid roused her in an instant.
"Admit the Intendant and show him into the garden, Lizette. Now!"
said she, "I shall end my doubts about that lady! I will test the
Intendant's sincerity,--cold, calculating woman-slayer that he is!
It shames me to contrast his half-heartedness with the perfect
adoration of my handsome Le Gardeur de Repentigny!"
The Intendant entered the garden. Angelique, with that complete
self-control which distinguishes a woman of half a heart or no heart
at all, changed her whole demeanor in a moment from gravity to
gayety. Her eyes flashed out pleasure, and her dimples went and
came, as she welcomed the Intendant to her arbor.
"A friend is never so welcome as when he comes of his own accord!"
said she, presenting her hand to the Intendant, who took it with
empressement. She made room for him on the seat beside her, dashing
her skirts aside somewhat ostentatiously.
Bigot looked at her admiringly. He thought he had never seen, in
painting, statuary, or living form, a more beautiful and fascinating
woman.
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