Castin, who was on his way out to the Colony to
conduct in person the search after his lost daughter.
The letter concluded with the information that the Intendant had
gone to Trois Rivieres, whence he might not return for a week, and
that during his absence the Governor would probably order a search
for her to be made at Beaumanoir.
Caroline held the letter convulsively in her hand as she gathered
its purport rather than read it. Her face changed color, from a
deep flush of shame to the palest hue of fear, when she comprehended
its meaning and understood that her father was on his way to New
France to find out her hiding-place.
"What shall I do! Oh, what shall I do!" exclaimed she, wringing her
hands for very anguish, regardless of the presence of Mere Malheur,
who stood observing her with eyes glittering with curiosity, but
void of every mark of womanly sympathy or feeling.
"My father, my loving father!" continued Caroline, "my deeply-
injured father coming here with anger in his face to drag me from my
concealment! I shall drop dead at his feet for very shame.
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