"
"And if I did I paid my penance heartily and loudly, as you may
recollect, Louise de Beaujeu, although I confess I would have
preferred kissing Pierre Philibert himself if I had had my choice!"
"Always her way! won't give in! never! Louise Roy stands by her
translation in spite of all the Greek Lexicons in the Convent!"
exclaimed Louise de Brouague.
"And so I do, and will; and Pierre Philibert is the king of men, in
New France or Old! Ask Amelie de Repentigny!" added she, in a half
whisper to her companion.
"Oh, she will swear to it any day!" was the saucy reply of Louise de
Brouague. "But without whispering it, Chevalier des Meloises,"
continued she, "the classes in the Convent have all gone wild in
his favor since they learned he was in love with one of our late
companions in school. He is the Prince Camaralzaman of our fairy
tales."
"Who is that?" The Chevalier spoke tartly, rather. He was
excessively annoyed at all this enthusiasm in behalf of Pierre
Philibert.
"Nay, I will tell no more fairy tales out of school, but I assure
you, if our wishes had wings the whole class of Louises would fly
away to Belmont to-day like a flock of ring-doves.
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