"I desire to make HER jealous, for she has
made me madly so, and no one can aid in an enterprise of that kind
better than yourself, Mademoiselle des Meloises!"
"Or more willingly, Sieur La Force!" replied she, laughing. "But
you overrate my powers, I fear."
"Oh, by no means," replied La Force; "there is not a lady in Quebec
but feels in her heart that Angelique des Meloises can steal away
her lover when and where she will. She has only to look at him
across the street, and presto, change! he is gone from her as if by
magic. But will you really help me, Mademoiselle?"
"Most willingly, Sieur La Force,--for your profit if not for your
honor! I am just in the humor for tormenting somebody this morning;
so get your horse and let us be off!"
Before La Force had mounted his horse, a number of gaily-dressed
young ladies came in sight, in full sail down the Rue St. Ann, like
a fleet of rakish little yachts, bearing down upon Angelique and her
companion.
"Shall we wait for them, La Force?" asked she. "They are from the
Convent!"
"Yes, and SHE is there too! The news will be all over the city in
an hour that I am riding with you!" exclaimed La Force in a tone of
intense satisfaction.
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