"Ah! I bade Fanchon tell you that in order to deceive her, not you!
But you know better, La Corriveau! It was not for the sake of
paltry jewels I desired you to come to the city to see me at this
hour of midnight."
"I conjectured as much!" replied La Corriveau, with a sardonic smile
which showed her small teeth, white, even, and cruel as those of a
wildcat. "The jewel you have lost is the heart of your lover, and
you thought La Corriveau had a charm to win it back; was not that
it, Mademoiselle?"
Angelique sat upright, gazing boldly into the eyes of her visitor.
"Yes, it was that and more than that I summoned you for. Can you
not guess? You are wise, La Corriveau, you know a woman's desire
better than she dare avow it to herself!"
"Ah!" replied La Corriveau, returning her scrutiny with the eyes of
a basilisk; a green light flashed out of their dark depths. "You
have a lover, and you have a rival, too! A woman more potent than
yourself, in spite of your beauty and your fascinations, has caught
the eye and entangled the affections of the man you love, and you
ask my counsel how to win him back and how to triumph over your
rival.
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