"Oh, but it was from the Intendant, my Lady! I heard her repeat his
name and pray God to bless Francois Bigot for his kind words. That
is the Intendant's name, is it not, my Lady?"
"To be sure it is! I should not have doubted you, Fanchon! but
could you gather the purport of that letter? Speak truly, Fanchon,
and I will reward you splendidly. What think you it was about?"
"I did more than gather the purport of it, my Lady: I have got the
letter itself!" Angelique sprang up eagerly, as if to embrace
Fanchon. "I happened, in my eagerness, to jar the door; the lady,
imagining some one was coming, rose suddenly and left the room. In
her haste she dropped the letter on the floor. I picked it up; I
thought no harm, as I was determined to leave Dame Tremblay to-day.
Would my Lady like to read the letter?"
Angelique fairly sprang at the offer. "You have got the letter,
Fanchon? Let me see it instantly! How considerate of you to bring
it! I will give you this ring for that letter!" She pulled a ring
off her finger, and seizing Fanchon's hand, put it on hers.
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