Turn your thoughts there, sire, and in a few years you would be able to stand upon your citadel at Quebec, and to say there is one great empire here from the snows of the North to the warm Southern Gulf, and from the waves of the ocean to the great plains beyond Marquette's river, and the name of this empire is France, and her king is Louis, and her flag is the _fleurs-de-lis_." Louis's cheek had flushed at this ambitious picture, and he had leaned forward in his chair, with flashing eyes, but he sank back again as the governor concluded.
"On my word, count," said he, "you have caught something of this gift of Indian eloquence of which we have heard.

But about these English folk.
They are Huguenots, are they not ?" "For the most part.

Especially in the North." "Then it might be a service to Holy Church to send them packing.

They have a city there, I am told.

New--New--How do they call it ?" "New York, sire.