"
"She has touched me, and to the quick too, already," she replied,
coloring with passion. "You love that girl, Francois Bigot! I am
never deceived in men. You love her too well to give her up, and
still you make love to me. What am I to think?"
"Think that you women are able to upset any man's reason, and make
fools of us all to your own purposes." Bigot saw the uselessness of
argument; but she would not drop the topic.
"So you say, and so I have found it with others," replied she, "but
not with you, Bigot. But I shall have been made the fool of, unless
I carry my point in regard to this lady."
"Well, trust to me, Angelique. Hark you! there are reasons of State
connected with her. Her father has powerful friends at Court, and I
must act warily. Give me your hand; we will be friends. I will
carry out your wishes to the farthest possible stretch of my power.
I can say no more."
Angelique gave him her hand. She saw she could not carry her point
with the Intendant, and her fertile brain was now scheming another
way to accomplish her ends.
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