of sleep by her mother-in-law, who held a candle between the curtains.
Madame Cadotte's features were of a mild Chippewa type, yet the
restless aboriginal eye made Archange uncomfortable with its anxiety.
"Louizon is still away," said his mother.
"Perhaps he went whitefishing after he had his supper." The young wife
yawned and rubbed her eyes, beginning to notice that her husband might
be doing something unusual.
"He did not come to his supper."
"Yes, mama. He came in with Monsieur de Repentigny."
"I did not see him. The seignior ate alone."
Archange stared, fully awake. "Where does the seignior say he is?"
"The seignior does not know. They parted at the door."
"Oh, he has gone to the lodges to watch the dancing."
"I have been there. No one has seen him since he set out to hunt this
morning."
"Where are Louizon's canoemen?"
"Jean Boucher and his son are at the dancing. They say he came into
this house."
Archange could not adjust her mind to anxiety without the suspicion
that her mother-in-law might be acting as the instrument of Louizon's
resentment. The huge feather bed was a tangible comfort interposed
betwixt herself and calamity.
"He was sulky to-night," she declared. "He has gone up to sleep in
Michel's attic to frighten me."
"I have been there. I have searched the house."
"But are you sure it was Michel in the bed?"
"There was no one. Michel is here."
Archange snatched the curtain aside, and leaned out to see the orphan
sprawled on a bearskin in front of the collapsing logs. He had pushed
the sashes inward from the gallery and hoisted himself over the high
sill after the bed drapery was closed for the night, for the window
yet stood open. Madame Cadotte sheltered the candle she carried, but
the wind blew it out. There was a rich glow from the fireplace upon
Michel's stuffed legs and arms, his cheeks, and the full parted lips
through which his breath audibly flowed. The other end of the room,
lacking the candle, was in shadow. The thump of
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