atch my master," replied the groom; "I do not know."

"Oh!" was the reply of De Pean, as he suddenly reflected that it were
best for himself also not to be seen watching his master too closely.
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.

"'Tis like love," said she, laughingly; "a slip-knot that looks tied
until it is tried."

She glanced at Bigot, expecting him to thank her, which he did with
a simple word. The thought of Caroline flashed over his mind like
lightning at that moment. She, too, as they walked on the shore of the
Bay of Minas had once tied the string of his cravat, when for the first
time he read in her flushed cheek and trembling fingers that she loved
him. Bigot, hardy as he was and reckless, refrained from touching the
hand or even looking at Angelique at this moment.

With the quick perception of her sex she felt it, and drew back a step,
not knowing but the next moment might overwhelm her with an accusation.
But Bigot was not sure, and he dared not hint to Angelique more than he
had done.

"Thanks for tying the knot, Angelique," said he at length. "It is a hard
knot, mine, is it not, both to tie and to untie?"

She looked at him, not pretending to understand any meaning he might
attach to his words. "Yes, it is a hard knot to tie, yours, Bigot,
and you do not seem particularly to thank me for my service.