. . We are nearing the city. It is abominably cold."
"The sea, the sea!" The voice was rich and young, but heavy with
weariness. "And we are nearing Rochelle? Good! My confidence begins
to return. You must hide me well, Anne."
"Mazarin shall never find you. You will remain in the city till I take
leave of earthly affairs."
"A convent, Anne? Oh, if you will. But why Canada? You are mad to
think of it. You are but eighteen. You have not even known what love
is yet."
"Have you?"
There was a laugh. It was light-hearted. It was a sign that the
sadness and weariness which weighed upon the voice were ephemeral.
"That is no answer."
"Anne, have I had occasion to fall in love with any man when I know man
so well? You make me laugh! Not one of them is worthy a sigh. To
make fools of them; what a pastime!"
"Take care that one does not make a fool of you, Gabrielle."
"Ah, he would be worth loving!"
"But what are you going to do with the property?"
"Mazarin has already posted the seals upon it."
"Confiscated?"
"About to be. That is why I fled to Rouen. My mother warned me that
the cardinal had found certain documents which proved that a conspiracy
was forming at the hotel.
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