"I am glad to find you so sincere a friend to Le Gardeur," remarked
Bigot, craftily. "You will be glad to learn that our intention is
to elevate him to a high and lucrative office in the administration
of the Company, unless the Honnetes Gens are before us in gaining
full possession of him."
"They shall not be before us if I can prevent it, Chevalier,"
replied she, warmly. She was indeed grateful for the implied
compliment to Le Gardeur. "No one will be better pleased at his
good fortune than myself."
"I thought so. It was partly my business to tell you of our
intentions towards Le Gardeur."
"Indeed!" replied she, in a tone of pique. "I flattered myself your
visit was all on my own account, Chevalier."
"So it was." Bigot felt himself on rather soft ground. "Your
brother, the Chevalier des Meloises, has doubtless consulted you
upon the plan of life he has sketched out for both of you?"
"My good brother sketches so many plans of life that I really am not
certain I know the one you refer to." She guessed what was coming,
and held her breath hard until she heard the reply.
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