"A fair lady whom you know, Cadet, has given him liberty to drink
himself to death, and he will do it."
"Who is that? Angelique?" asked Cadet.
"Of course; who else? and Le Gardeur won't be the first or last man
she has put under stone sheets," replied De Pean, with a shrug of
his shoulders.
"Gloria patri filioque!" exclaimed Cadet, mockingly; "the Honnetes
Gens will lose their trump card. How did you get him away from
Belmont, De Pean?"
"Oh, it was not I! Angelique des Meloises set the trap and whistled
the call that brought him," replied De Pean.
"Like her, the incomparable witch!" exclaimed Cadet with a hearty
laugh. "She would lure the very devil to play her tricks instead of
his own. She would beat Satan at his best game to ruin a man."
"It would be all the same, Cadet, I fancy--Satan or she! But where
is Bigot? I expected him here."
"Oh, he is in a tantrum to-night, and would not come. That piece of
his at Beaumanoir is a thorn in his flesh, and a snow-ball on his
spirits. She is taming him. By St.
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