Had fate exchanged the outward circumstances of their lives, each
might have been the other easily and naturally. The proud beauty
had nothing in her heart better than La Corriveau, and the witch of
St. Valier, if born in luxury and endowed with beauty and wealth,
would have rivalled Angelique in seductiveness, and hardly fallen
below her in ambition and power.
La Corriveau saluted Angelique, who made a sign to Fanchon to
retire. The girl obeyed somewhat reluctantly. She had hoped to be
present at the interview between her aunt and her mistress, for her
curiosity was greatly excited, and she now suspected there was more
in this visit than she had been told.
Angelique invited La Corriveau to remove her cloak and broad hat.
Seating her in her own luxurious chair, she sat down beside her, and
began the conversation with the usual platitudes and commonplaces of
the time, dwelling longer upon them than need was, as if she
hesitated or feared to bring up the real subject of this midnight
conference.
"My Lady is fair to look on.
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