It was
Angelique des Meloises, more gay and more fascinating than ever.
She noticed two gentlemen in the group. "Oh, pardon me, Messieurs
Le Mercier and d'Estebe!" said she. "I did not perceive you. My
veil is so in the way!" She pushed it aside coquettishly, and gave
a finger to each of the gentlemen, who returned her greeting with
extreme politeness.
"Good morning! say you, Angelique?" exclaimed Mademoiselle Hebert;
"it is a good noon. You have slept rarely! How bright and fresh
you look, darling!"
"Do I not!" laughed Angelique in reply. "It is the morning air and
a good conscience make it! Are you buying flowers? I have been to
Sillery for mine!" said she, patting her blooming cheeks with the
end of her riding-whip. She had no time for further parley, for her
attention was suddenly directed by De Pean to some stir upon the
other side of the market, with an invitation to her to ride over and
see what was the matter. Angelique at once wheeled her horse to
accompany De Pean.
The group of girls felt themselves eclipsed and overborne by the
queenly airs of Angelique, and were glad when she moved off, fearing
that by some adroit manoeuvre she would carry off their cavaliers.
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