"I think I may trust you, Angelique, to help me to rescue him from
association with the Palace?" said Amelie, gently, almost
submissively, as if she half feared a refusal.
"I desire nothing more," replied Angelique. "You have little faith
in me, I see that,"--Angelique wiped her eyes, in which a shade of
moisture could be seen,--"but I am sincere in my friendship for Le
Gardeur. The Virgin be my witness, I never wished his injury, even
when I injured him most. He sought me in marriage, and I was bound
to another."
"You are to marry the Intendant, they say. I do not wonder, and yet
I do wonder, at your refusing my brother, even for him."
"Marry the Intendant! Yes, it is what fools and some wise people
say. I never said it myself, Amelie."
"But you mean it, nevertheless; and for no other would you have
thrown over Le Gardeur de Repentigny."
"I did not throw him over," she answered, indignantly. "But why
dispute? I cannot, Amelie, say more, even to you! I am distraught
with cares and anxieties, and know not which way to turn.
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