This dream lay heavy on her mind. For the veiled figure she knew
was one she loved, but who had no honest love for her. Her mind had
been brooding over the dream all day, and the announcement by Dame
Tremblay of the presence in the Chateau of one who was able to
interpret dreams seemed a stroke of fortune, if not an act of
Providence.
She roused herself up, and with more animation than Dame Tremblay
had yet seen in her countenance, requested her to send up the
visitor, that she might ask her a question.
Mere Malheur was quickly summoned to the apartment of Caroline,
where Dame Tremblay left them alone.
The repulsive look of the old crone sent a shock through the fine,
nervous organization of the young girl. She requested Mere Malheur
to be seated, however, and in her gentle manner questioned her about
the dream.
Mere Malheur was an adept in such things, and knew well how to humor
human nature, and lead it to put its own interpretations upon its
own visions and desires while giving all the credit of it to
herself.
Mere Malheur therefore interpreted the dream according to Caroline's
secret wishes.
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