Fanchon came in haste at the summons of her mistress. She had long
waited to hear the bell, and began to fear she was sick or in one of
those wild moods which had come over her occasionally since the
night of her last interview with Le Gardeur.
The girl started at sight of the pale face and paler lips of her
mistress. She uttered an exclamation of surprise, but Angelique,
anticipating all questions, told her she was unwell, but would dress
and take a ride out in the fresh air and sunshine to recruit.
"But had you not better see the physician, my Lady?--you do look so
pale to-day, you are really not well!"
"No, but I will ride out;" and she added in her old way, "perhaps,
Fanchon, I may meet some one who will be better company than the
physician. Qui sait?" And she laughed with an appearance of gaiety
which she was far from feeling, and which only half imposed on the
quick-witted maid who waited upon her.
"Where is your aunt, Fanchon? When did you see Dame Dodier?" asked
she, really anxious to learn what had become of La Corriveau.
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