Perhaps, if your letters are urgent, you would care to present them to the Intendant, Monsieur Bigot, a man of great perception and judgment." Robert turned his examining look with interest.

Was he also one of Bigot's men, or did he incline to the cause of the _honnetes gens ?_ Or, even if he were not one of Bigot's followers, did he prefer that Robert's mission should fail through a delivery of his letters to the wrong man?
Bigot certainly was not one with whom the English could deal easily, since so far as Robert could learn he was wrapped in the folds of a huge conceit.
"We might do that," the youth replied, "but I don't think it's quite proper.

I make no secret of the fact that I bear letters for the Governor General of Canada, and it would not be pleasing to the Governor of the Province of New York for me to deliver them to someone else." "It was merely a suggestion.

Let us dismiss it." He did not speak again of the immediate affairs that concerned them so vitally, but talked of Paris, where he had spent a gay youth.

He saw the response in the glowing eyes of Robert, and exerted himself to please.
Moreover his heart was in his subject.