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"Are you not lonely here my dear?" asked Zulma raising the child from her knees and stroking back her hair as she stood leaning against her arm. "I am used to be alone, mademoiselle," was the reply. "I have never had any company but my grandfather, who is often absent. He seeks food for both of us. He kills birds and animals in the woods. He catches fish in the river.
All the old places were revisited, all the old faces that had survived were seen once more. But the chief attraction for both Cary and Pauline was Zulma and Roderick. What had become of them? The latter remained in the army for a year after the deliverance of Quebec. Carrying his great disappointment in his heart, he joined the expedition of Burgoyne, and, of course, shared its fate at Saratoga.
"Do you see them?" exclaimed Eugene, standing up in the sleigh, and pointing across the river. "I see nothing," responded his father. "The snow is blowing in our faces, and my old eyes are very feeble." Zulma remained buried in her buffalo robes and said nothing, but her eyes were fixed intently at the distant summits, and her face bore an expression of the most earnest interest.
In the interval, Zulma and the disabled officer, seated before the fire, indulged in a low-voiced conversation. Cary thanked his wounds for this unexpected opportunity of pleasant repose. Going over all the circumstances, he regarded this meeting with Zulma as something providential.
Finally the two envoys stopped and stood in full view of the two camps. "What a handsome fellow it is," said Zulma to Pauline. The girls were in an excellent position for observing all that took place, and were so interested that even the timid Pauline forgot her anxieties about her father. "Do you mean the trumpeter?" "Oh, he is well enough. But I mean the officer who bears the flag."
On this day, their conversation was earnest and active, but inconsequent. It is often thus in that game of love which is conducted not in concentric circles, but in eccentric orbits. To Cary the situation was becoming pressing, and he told Zulma as much in words which deeply impressed her.
Madame Connard put her head in for an instant, smiled, and cautiously closed the door; "He is still pretty young for his age," she said to herself. "Ah, these men! these men! that goes on to the very end." "Non formosus erat sed erat facundus Ulixes." Zulma had run forward to meet him. He took hold of both her hands and made her sit down close beside him on the sofa. Well, what is the news?
Zulma wrote eloquently of the dangers and anxieties which Pauline must have experienced on that dreadful December morning, and renewed her invitation to abandon the ill-fated town and take up her abode in the peaceful mansion of Pointe-aux-Trembles. "You are not made for such terrible scenes, my dear" these were her words "I could bear them better, for they are in my nature.
"I would know that form in a thousand." "What form?" "And that carriage." "Roddy, you don't intend to say?" "I tell you it is Zulma Sarpy." "You are jesting." "Look, she is waving her handkerchief." And so she was. She twisted and brandished it, and, in doing so, agitated her horse to that extent that he fell back on his haunches and pawed with his front feet.
The battles of Lexington, Concord and Breed's Hill threw us on the defensive. But we could not be satisfied with that. We must act on the offensive. Congress then resolved to attack the English in Canada." "The English?" exclaimed Sieur Sarpy. "Yes, the English," said Zulma, turning towards her father with animation of look and gesture. "The English, not the French."
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