In despair to find an answer to the question, "What must be done?"
she rose suddenly and rang the bell. The door opened, and the
smiling face and clear eye of Lizette looked in. It was Angelique's
last chance, but it was lost. It was not Lizette she had rung for.
Her resolution was taken.
"My dear mistress!" exclaimed Lizette, "I feared you had fallen
asleep. It is almost day! May I now assist you to undress for
bed?" Voluble Lizette did not always wait to be first spoken to by
her mistress.
"No, Lizette, I was not asleep; I do not want to undress; I have
much to do. I have writing to do before I retire; send Fanchon
Dodier here." Angelique had a forecast that it was necessary to
deceive Lizette, who, without a word, but in no serene humor, went
to summon Fanchon to wait on her mistress.
Fanchon presently came in with a sort of triumph glittering in her
black eye. She had noticed the ill humor of Lizette, but had not
the slightest idea why she had been summoned to wait on Angelique
instead of her own maid. She esteemed it quite an honor, however.
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