"She returned home this morning, my Lady! I had not seen her for
days before, but supposed she had already gone back to St. Valier,--
but Aunt Dodier is a strange woman, and tells no one her business."
"She has, perhaps, other lost jewels to look after besides mine,"
replied Angelique mechanically, yet feeling easier upon learning the
departure of La Corriveau.
"Perhaps so, my Lady. I am glad she is gone home. I shall never
wish to see her again."
"Why?" asked Angelique, sharply, wondering if Fanchon had
conjectured anything of her aunt's business.
"They say she has dealings with that horrid Mere Malheur, and I
believe it," replied Fanchon, with a shrug of disgust.
"Ah! do you think Mere Malheur knows her business or any of your
aunt's secrets, Fanchon?" asked Angelique, thoroughly roused.
"I think she does, my Lady,--you cannot live in a chimney with
another without both getting black alike, and Mere Malheur is a
black witch as sure as my aunt is a white one," was Fanchon's reply.
"What said your aunt on leaving?" asked her mistress.
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