" But
who could have dreamed of its leading us such a dance as it has
done! Par Dieu! I have not often lied except to women, and such
lies do not count! But I had better have stuck to truth in this
matter, Cadet. I acknowledge that now."
"Especially with La Pompadour! She is a woman. It is dangerous to
lie to her,--at least about other women."
"Well, Cadet, it is useless blessing the Pope or banning the Devil!
We are in for it, and we must meet La Corne St. Luc and Pierre
Philibert as warily as we can. I have been thinking of making safe
ground for us to stand upon, as the trappers do on the great
prairies, by kindling a fire in front to escape from the fire in
the rear!"
"What is that, Bigot? I could fire the Chateau rather than be
tracked out by La Corne and Philibert," said Cadet, sitting upright
in his chair.
"What, burn the Chateau!" answered Bigot. "You are mad, Cadet! No;
but it were well to kindle such a smoke about the eyes of La Corne
and Philibert that they will need to rub them to ease their own pain
instead of looking for poor Caroline.
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