"
"Ay, I hear she is a clipper when she gets a sinner by the hair!
What was the proposal you made to her, Bigot?" asked Cadet, smiling
as if he knew.
"Oh, it was not worth a livre to make such a row about! I only
proposed to send a truant damsel to the Convent to repent of MY
faults, that was all! But I could never dispose of Angelique in
that way," continued the Intendant, with a shrug.
"Egad! she will fool any man faster than he can make a fool of her!
But I would try Mere Migeon, notwithstanding," replied Cadet. "She
is the only one to break in this wild filly and nail her tongue fast
to her prayers!"
"It is useless trying. They know Angelique too well. She would
turn the Convent out of the windows in the time of a neuvaine. They
are all really afraid of her," replied Bigot.
"Then you must marry her, or do worse, Bigot. I see nothing else
for it," was Cadet's reply.
"Well, I will do worse, if worse can be; for marry her I will not!"
said Bigot, stamping his foot upon the floor.
"It is understood, then, Bigot, not a word, a hint, a look is to be
given to Angelique regarding your suspicions of her complicity in
this murder?"
"Yes, it is understood.
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