As a man" he sighed--"as a man I would give my life for him." He lifted his hand and made the sign of the cross towards that spot on the horizon whither Iberville had gone.
"He will be a great man some day," he added to himself--"a great man.
There will be empires here, and when histories are written Pierre's shall be a name beside Frontenac's and La Salle's." All the human affection of the good abbe's life centred upon Iberville.
Giant in stature, so ascetic and refined was his mind, his life, that he had the intuition of a woman and, what was more, little of the bigotry of his brethren.

As he turned from the heights, made his way along the cliff and down Mountain Street, his thoughts were still upon the same subject.

He suddenly paused.
"He will marry the sword," he said, "and not the woman." How far he was right we may judge if we enter the house of Governor Nicholls at New York one month later..