You know what the Quebec winter is.

But we'll see.

Maybe something will happen before winter comes." As Robert turned away from the little group he came face to face with a tall young officer dressed with scrupulousness and very careful of his dignity.
"Charteris!"[A] he exclaimed.
"Lennox!" They shook hands with the greatest surprise and pleasure.
"When I last saw you at Ticonderoga you were a prisoner of the French," said Robert.
"And so were you." "But I escaped in a day or two." "I escaped also, though not in a day or two.

I was held a prisoner in Quebec all through the winter and spring and much befell me, but at last I escaped to General Wolfe and rejoined my old command, the Royal Americans." "And he took part in the battle of Montmorency, a brave part too," said Colden.
"No braver than the others.

No more than you yourself, Colden," protested Charteris.
"And 'tis said that, though he left Quebec in the night, he left his heart there in the possession of a very lovely lady who speaks French better than she speaks English," said Colden.
"'Tis not a subject of which you have definite information," rejoined Charteris, flushing very red and then laughing.
But Colden, suspecting that his jest was truth rather, had too much delicacy to pursue the subject.