Half-open doors are so tempting, and one
cannot shut one's eyes! Even a keyhole is hard to resist when you
long to know what is on the other side of it--I always found it so!"
"I dare say you did! But how does she look?" broke in Angelique,
impatiently stamping her dainty foot on the floor.
"Oh, so pale, my Lady! but her face is the loveliest I ever saw,--
almost," added she, with an after-thought; "but so sad! she looks
like the twin sister of the blessed Madonna in the Seminary chapel,
my Lady."
"Was she at her devotions, Fanchon?"
"I think not, my Lady: she was reading a letter which she had just
received from the Intendant."
Angelique's eyes were now ablaze. She conjectured at once that
Caroline was corresponding with Bigot, and that the letter brought
to the Intendant by Master Pothier was in reply to one from him.
"But how do you know the letter she was reading was from the
Intendant? It could not be!" Angelique's eyebrows contracted
angrily, and a dark shadow passed over her face. She said "It could
not be," but she felt it could be, and was.
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