She will, I am sure, appreciate
the kindness of the Intendant as it deserves."
Cadet and Varin exchanged smiles, not unnoticed by Bigot, who smiled
too. "Yes, Chevalier," said he, "the Company gives this token of
its admiration for the fairest lady in New France. We have bestowed
premiums upon fine flax and fat cattle: why not upon beauty, grace,
and wit embodied in handsome women?"
"Angelique will be highly flattered, Chevalier," replied he, "at the
distinction. She must thank you herself, as I am sure she will."
"I am happy to try to deserve her thanks," replied Bigot; and, not
caring to talk further on the subject,--"what news in the city this
afternoon, Chevalier?" asked he; "how does that affair at Belmont go
off?"
"Don't know. Half the city has gone, I think. At the Church door,
however, the talk among the merchants is that peace is going to be
made soon. Is it so very threatening, Bigot?"
"If the King wills it, it is." Bigot spoke carelessly.
"But your own opinion, Chevalier Bigot; what think you of it?"
"Amen! amen! Quod fiat fiatur! Seigny John, the fool of Paris,
could enlighten you as well as I could as to what the women at
Versailles may decide to do," replied Bigot in a tone of impatience.
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