She had an object which made her
endure it, and her dissimulation was perfect. Her eyes transfixed
his with their dazzling look. Her lips were wreathed in smiles; she
talked continually as she danced, and with an inconsistency which
did not seem strange in her, was lamenting the absence from the ball
of Le Gardeur de Repentigny.
"Chevalier," said she, in reply to some gallantry of her partner,
"most women take pride in making sacrifices of themselves; I prefer
to sacrifice my admirers. I like a man, not in the measure of what
I do for him, but what he will do for me. Is not that a candid
avowal, Chevalier? You like frankness, you know."
Frankness and the Chevalier de Pean were unknown quantities
together; but he was desperately smitten, and would bear any amount
of snubbing from Angelique.
"You have something in your mind you wish me to do," replied he,
eagerly. "I would poison my grandmother, if you asked me, for the
reward you could give me."
"Yes, I have something in my mind, Chevalier, but not concerning
your grandmother.
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