She bade the man remain at home until her return, and dashed off
down the Rue St. Louis, drawing after her a hundred eyes of
admiration and envy.
She would ride down to the Place d'Armes, she thought, where she
knew that before she had skirted the length of the Castle wall half
a dozen gallants would greet her with offers of escort, and drop any
business they had in hand for the sake of a gallop by her side.
She had scarcely passed the Monastery of the Recollets when she was
espied by the Sieur La Force, who, too, was as quickly discovered by
her, as he loitered at the corner of the Rue St. Ann, to catch sight
of any fair piece of mischief that might be abroad that day from her
classes in the Convent of the Ursulines.
"Angelique is as fair a prize as any of them," thought La Force, as
he saluted her with Parisian politeness, and with a request to be
her escort in her ride through the city.
"My horse is at hand, and I shall esteem it such an honor," said La
Force, smiling, "and such a profit too," added he; "my credit is low
in a certain quarter, you know where!" and he laughingly pointed
towards the Convent.
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