He fumed and swore worse than his wont
when angry, but Cadet looked on quietly, smoking his pipe, waiting
for the storm to calm down.
"You were never in a woman's clutches so tight before, Bigot,"
continued Cadet. "If you let La Pompadour suspect one hair of your
head in this matter, she will spin a cart-rope out of it that will
drag you to the Place de Greve."
"Reason tells me that what you say is true, Cadet," replied Bigot,
gloomily.
"To be sure; but is not Angelique a clever witch to bind Francois
Bigot neck and heels in that way, after fairly outwitting and
running him down?"
Cadet's cool comments drove Bigot beside himself. "I will not stand
it; by St. Maur! she shall pay for all this! I, who have caught
women all my life, to be caught by one thus! she shall pay for it!"
"Well, make her pay for it by marrying her!" replied Cadet. "Par
Dieu! I am mistaken if you have not got to marry her in the end! I
would marry her myself, if you do not, only I should be afraid to
sleep nights! I might be put under the floor before morning if she
liked another man better!"
Cadet gave way to a feeling of hilarity at this idea, shaking his
sides so long and heartily that Bigot caught the infection, and
joined in with a burst of sardonic laughter.
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