When he rose to his feet he felt a moment of dizziness, because he was so young, and because he felt so many eyes upon him.

But the gift of speech came to his aid--he was not the golden-mouthed for nothing.

The heavy sweet odor of the roses was in his nostrils, inspiring him to liquid words, and everything glittered before him.
He had the most friendly feeling for all in the room except Tandakora, and a new thought coming into his mind he spoke it aloud.

He was, perhaps, in advance of his time, but he told them that New France and the British colonies could dwell in peace, side by side.

Why should they quarrel?
America was vast.