"I would drink to the bright eyes of no woman who had played me the
trick Angelique has played upon Le Gardeur!"
"What trick has she played upon me?" repeated Le Gardeur, with a
touch of anger.
"Why, she has jilted you, and now flies at higher game, and nothing
but a prince of the blood will satisfy her!"
"Does she say that, or do you invent it?" Le Gardeur was almost
choking with angry feelings. Emeric cared little what he said,
drunk or sober. He replied gravely,--
"Oh, all the women in the city say she said it! But you know, Le
Gardeur, women will lie of one another faster than a man can count a
hundred by tens."
De Pean, while enjoying the vexation of Le Gardeur, feared that the
banter of Emeric might have an ill effect on his scheme. "I do not
believe it, Le Gardeur;" said he, "Angelique is too true a woman to
say what she means to every jealous rival. The women hope she has
jilted you. That counts one more chance for them, you know! Is not
that feminine arithmetic, Le Mercier?" asked he.
"It is at the Friponne," replied Le Mercier, laughing.
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