"They say Heloise is, without exception, the
sweetest girl in New France, if not one of the handsomest."
"Without exception!" echoed she, scornfully. "The women will not
believe that, at any rate, Chevalier. I do not believe it, for
one." And she laughed in the consciousness of beauty. "Do you
believe it?"
"No, that were impossible," replied he, "while Angelique des
Meloises chooses to contest the palm of beauty."
"I contest no palm with her, Chevalier; but I give you this rosebud
for your gallant speech. But tell me, what does Le Gardeur think of
this wonderful beauty? Is there any talk of marriage?"
"There is, of course, much talk of an alliance." De Pean lied, and
the truth had been better for him.
Angelique started as if stung by a wasp. The dance ceased for her,
and she hastened to a seat. "De Pean," said she, "you promised to
bring Le Gardeur forthwith back to the city; will you do it?"
"I will bring him back, dead or alive, if you desire it; but I must
have time. That uncompromising Colonel Philibert is with him.
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