It was in vain and useless for her to
speak further on the subject; Caroline would say no more. Her
thoughts ran violently in the direction suggested by the artful
letter. She would see La Corriveau to-morrow night, and would make
no more avowals to Mere Malheur, she said to herself.
Seeing no more was to be got out of her, the crone bade her a formal
farewell, looking at her curiously as she did so, and wondering in
her mind if she should ever see her again. For the old creature had
a shrewd suspicion that La Corriveau had not told her all her
intentions with respect to this singular girl.
Caroline returned her salute, still holding the letter in her hand.
She sat down to peruse it again, and observed not Mere Malheur's
equivocal glance as she turned her eyes for the last time upon the
innocent girl, doomed to receive the midnight visit from La
Corriveau.
"There is death in the pot!" the crone muttered as she went out,--
"La Corriveau comes not here on her own errand either! That girl is
too beautiful to live, and to some one her death is worth gold! It
will go hard, but La Corriveau shall share with me the reward of the
work of tomorrow night!"
In the long gallery she encountered Dame Tremblay "ready to eat her
up," as she told La Corriveau afterwards, in the eagerness of her
curiosity to learn the result of her interview with Caroline.
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