"She paints!" was Louise's emphatic whisper to her companions, loud
enough to be heard by La Force, for whom the remark was partly
intended. "She paints! and I saw in her eyes that she has not slept
all night! She is in love! and I do believe it is true she is to
marry the Intendant!"
This was delicious news to the class of Louises, who laughed out
like a chime of silver bells as they mischievously bade La Force and
Angelique bon voyage, and passed down the Place d'Armes in search of
fresh adventures to fill their budgets of fun--budgets which, on
their return to the Convent, they would open under the very noses of
the good nuns (who were not so blind as they seemed, however), and
regale all their companions with a spicy treat, in response to the
universal question ever put to all who had been out in the city,
"What is the news?"
La Force, compliant as wax to every caprice of Angelique, was
secretly fuming at the trick played upon him by the Mischief of the
Convent,--as he called Louise Roy,--for which he resolved to be
revenged, even if he had to marry her.
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