Angelique recalled with bitterness that the rude bearer of the note
had observed something that had touched the heart and opened the
purse of the Intendant. What was it? Was Bigot playing a game with
Angelique des Meloises? Woe to him and the lady of Beaumanoir if he
was! As she sat musing over it a knock was heard on the door of her
boudoir. She left the balcony and reentered her room, where a neat,
comely girl in a servant's dress was waiting to speak to her.
The girl was not known to Angelique. But courtesying very low, she
informed her that she was Fanchon Dodier, a cousin of Lizette's.
She had been in service at the Chateau of Beaumanoir, but had just
left it. "There is no living under Dame Tremblay," said she, "if
she suspect a maid servant of flirting ever so little with M.
Froumois, the handsome valet of the Intendant! She imagined that I
did; and such a life as she has led me, my Lady! So I came to the
city to ask advice of cousin Lizette, and seek a new place. I am
sure Dame Tremblay need not be so hard upon the maids.
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