He uttered a spurt of ill humor, and continued pulling the
mane of his horse through his fingers.
"The Chevalier de Pean is practising patience to-day, Bigot," said
she; "and you give him enough time to exercise it."
"You wish me gone, Angelique!" said he, rising; "the Chevalier de
Pean is naturally waxing impatient, and you too!"
"Pshaw!" exclaimed she; "he shall wait as long as I please to keep
him there."
"Or as long as I stay. He is an accommodating lover, and will make
an equally accommodating husband for his wife's friend some day!"
remarked Bigot laughingly.
Angelique's eyes flashed out fire, but she little knew how true a
word Bigot had spoken in jest. She could have choked him for
mentioning her in connection with De Pean, but remembering she was
now at his mercy, it was necessary to cheat and cozen this man by
trying to please him.
"Well, if you must go, you must, Chevalier! Let me tie that
string," continued she, approaching him in her easy manner. The
knot of his cravat was loose. Bigot glanced admiringly at her
slightly flushed cheek and dainty fingers as she tied the loose ends
of his rich steinkirk together.
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