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"There is one merchant in the city who carries the principles of a gentleman into the usages of commerce. The Bourgeois Philibert gives cent. per cent. for good orders of the King's officers, just to show his sympathy with the army and his love for France." "Well, I wish he were paymaster of the forces, that is all, and then I could go to him if I wanted to," replied Monredin.
The Chevalier stopped willingly, and entered the well-furnished quarters of the officers of the guard, where a cool flask of Burgundy presently restored him to good humor with himself, and consequently with the world. "What is up to-day at the Palace?" asked Captain Monredin, a vivacious Navarrois. "All the Gros Bonnets of the Grand Company have gone down this afternoon!
Those leeches of Jews, who call themselves Christians, down in the Sault au Matelot, won't cash the best orders in the regiment for less than forty per cent. discount!" "That is true!" broke in another officer, whose rather rubicund face told of credit somewhere, and the product of credit, good wine and good dinners generally. "That is true, Monredin!
"How many of yours have gone out to the great spread at Belmont?" asked Des Meloises, quite weary of commercial topics. "Par Dieu!" replied Monredin, "except the colonel and adjutant, who stayed away on principle, I think every officer in the regiment, present company excepted who being on duty could not go, much to their chagrin.
Such a glorious crush of handsome girls has not been seen, they say, since our regiment came to Quebec." "And not likely to have been seen before your distinguished arrival eh, Monredin?" ejaculated Des Meloises, holding his glass to be refilled. "That is delicious Burgundy," added he, "I did not think any one beside the Intendant had wine like that."
"That is some of La Martiniere's cargo," replied Poulariex. "It was kind of him, was it not, to remember us poor Bearnois here on the wrong side of the Atlantic?" "And how earnestly we were praying for that same Burgundy," ejaculated Monredin, "when it came, as if dropped upon us by Providence! Health and wealth to Captain La Martiniere and the good frigate Fleur-de-Lis!" Another round followed.
Monredin looked up, red and puffy, as if needing a bridle to check his fast gait. "But they say we are to have peace soon. Is that true, Des Meloises?" asked Poulariez. "You ought to know what is under the cards before they are played." "No, I don't know; and I hope the report is not true. Who wants peace yet? It would ruin the King's friends in the Colony."
"They talk about those Jansenist convulsionnaires at the tomb of Master Paris, which are setting all France by the ears," exclaimed Monredin, "but I say there is nothing so contagious as the drinking of a glass of wine like that." "And the glass gives us convulsions too, Monredin, if we try it too often, and no miracle about it either," remarked Poulariez.
It pays better than fur-trading at a lonely outpost in the northwest." The Chevalier jingled a handful of coin in his pocket. The sound was a sedative to his disgust at the idea of trade, and quite reconciled him to the Friponne. "You are a lucky dog nevertheless, to be able to make it jingle!" said Monredin, "not one of us Bearnois can play an accompaniment to your air of money in both pockets.
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