" "But who told
you that, Louise?" asked she.
"Oh, every bird that flies! But tell me one thing more. They say
the Intendant is a Bluebeard, who has had wives without number,--
nobody knows how many or what became of them, so of course he kills
them. Is that true?"
Angelique shrank a little, and little as it was the movement was
noticed by Louise. "If nobody knows what became of them, how should
I know, Louise?" replied she. "He does not look like a Bluebeard,
does he?"
"So says Mere St. Joseph, who came from the Convent at Bordeaux, you
know, for she never tires telling us. She declares that the
Chevalier Bigot was never married at all, and she ought to know that
surely, as well as she knows her beads, for coming from the same
city as the Intendant, and knowing his family as she does--"
"Well, Louise," interrupted Angelique impatiently, "but do you not
see the Sieur La Force is getting tired of holding you up so long
with his hand? For heaven's sake, get down!"
"I want to punish him for going with you, and not waiting for me,"
was the cool whisper of Louise.
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