"You think more than you say, Cadet. Out with it! Let me hear the
worst of your suspicions. I fancy they chime with mine," said the
Intendant, in quick reply.
"As the bells of the Cathedral with the bells of the Recollets,"
drawled out Cadet. "I think she did it, Bigot, and you think the
same; but I should not like to be called upon to prove it, nor you
either,--not for the sake of the pretty witch, but for your own."
"I could prove nothing, Cadet. She was the gayest and most light-
hearted of all the company last night at Madame de Grandmaison's. I
have made the most particular inquiries of Varin and Deschenaux.
They needed no asking, but burst out at once into praise and
admiration of her gaiety and wit. It is certain she was not at
Beaumanoir."
"You often boasted you knew women better than I, and I yielded the
point in regard to Angelique," replied Cadet, refilling his pipe.
"I did not profess to fathom the depths of that girl, but I thought
you knew her. Egad! she has been too clever for you, Bigot! She
has aimed to be the Lady Intendant, and is in a fair way to succeed!
That girl has the spirit of a war-horse; she would carry any man
round the world.
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