He saw that the old siege of Quebec was much more in M.de Chatillard's mind than the present one, and if he could pass away in the odor of triumph the hunter would not willingly change it.
"Who is the youth who stands near you ?" said M.de Chatillard, looking at Robert.
"He is Robert Lennox of the Province of New York," replied Father Drouillard, speaking for Willet.

"One of the Bostonnais, but a good youth." "One of the Bostonnais! Then I do not know him! I thought for a moment that I saw in him the look of some one else, but maybe I was mistaken.
An old man cheats himself with fancies.

Lad, come thou farther into the light and let me see thee more clearly." The tone of command was strong in his voice, and Robert, obeying it, stepped close to the bed.

The old man raised his head a little, and looked at him long with hawk's eyes.

Robert felt that intent gaze cutting into him, but he did not move.