I wish she would carry me. I would rule
Versailles in six weeks, with that woman, Bigot!"
"The same thought has occurred to me, Cadet, and I might have been
entrapped by it had not this cursed affair happened. La Pompadour
is a simpleton beside Angelique des Meloises! My difficulty is to
believe her so mad as to have ventured on this bold deed."
"'Tis not the boldness, only the uselessness of it, would stop
Angelique!" answered Cadet, shutting one eye with an air of lazy
comfort.
"But the deceitfulness of it, Cadet! A girl like her could not be
so gay last night with such a bloody purpose on her soul. Could
she, think you?"
"Couldn't she? Tut! Deceit is every woman's nature! Her wardrobe
is not complete unless it contains as many lies for her occasions as
ribbons for her adornment!"
"You believe she did it then? What makes you think so, Cadet?"
asked Bigot eagerly, drawing near his companion.
"Why, she and you are the only persons on earth who had an interest
in that girl's death. She to get a dangerous rival out of the way,--
you to hide her from the search-warrants sent out by La Pompadour.
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