"You again see trouble in store for me, dame," said he smiling; "but
a merchant of New France setting at defiance the decrees of the
Royal Intendant, an exile seeking from the King the restoration of
the lordship of Philibert, may well have trouble on his hands."
"Yes, master, but as yet I only see trouble like a misty cloud which
as yet has neither form nor color of its own, but only reflects red
rays as of a setting sun. No voice from its midst tells me its
meaning; I thank God for that. I like not to anticipate evil that
may not be averted!"
"Whom does it touch, Pierre or Amelie, me, or all of us?" asked the
Bourgeois.
"All of us, master? How could any misfortune do other than concern
us all? What it means, I know not. It is now like the wheel seen
by the Prophet, full of eyes within and without, like God's
providence looking for his elect."
"And finding them?"
"Not yet, master, but ere long,--finding all ere long," replied she
in a dreamy manner. "But go not to the market to-morrow."
"These are strange fancies of yours, Dame Rochelle.
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