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"Well, I will enjoy it myself," he said, and with the utmost assurance stepped into the stern; while d'Amoreau and Grancey chuckled and looked at each other and Germain. The latter smiled and rowed down the lake. On the other side was a clearing in the grove, where a stone seat was placed near the bank. Here Lecour drew to shore, and handed out Cyrène. The two Guardsmen were watching him closely.
"Then you can be conducted to him in the morning, and it must be by myself, for otherwise he would not trust you. Will you accept a lodging with me, a plain room, but no worse than at an inn." Lecour only too gladly accepted the refuge; but before retiring he said "My name is Lecour." "I knew it," returned the genealogist. "Have no fear of my confidence.
The Admiral allowed him some moments. Ultimately he said, eyeing him keenly "You love her would you like to save her?" "Is there a hope?" Lecour said hoarsely, looking up with bloodshot eyes. "Certainly, if you will do what I demand." "Anything God will permit." "The condition is this.
Lecour saw that the Canada of the good man was an idealised picture, but he admired his affection and asked permission to drink his health. They touched glasses. "Tell me about your own people, my young friend. Who is your father?" "A country merchant, sir." "A well-to-do one, then, I judge." "He has prospered so well as to be reputed rich for a colony." "And you live at St. Elphège?
He had once heard his father speak of having left France at the age of twelve years. Was he a kidnapped and deported heir? Was he a cadet of some reduced family? Again, on one of the rare occasions when Lecour senior referred to the past a winter's evening chat by the fire-side with the curé of the parish he had described his boyish recollection of the interior of the Paris church of St.
All at once it became clear, he clutched at the hope, retraced his steps to the small street, arrived at the passage, and went up it to the door. The genealogist himself, a little red-faced man with an agreeable air, a brown periwig, and a smart suit of black Lyons' silk, was taking in his sign and preparing to put out the light in it. "An instant, Monsieur Gilles," said Lecour, stopping him.
"Yes, Monsieur; his services preserved this Province from the enemy, and we have named him 'the Saviour of Canada. Pardon me a moment to announce you." While waiting to be summoned to the Governor, Lecour glanced around.
De Lotbinière, having made these arrangements, went to Versailles and saw the Count de Vaudreuil. The Count blandly alleged himself "ready to oblige Monsieur de Lotbinière in any manner in his power." The Genealogist of France was much interested in the Marquis's story, and certified in writing that the family name of the Répentignys was not Lecour, but Le Gardeur.
I have discovered barons in chair-menders, and viscounts in cheese-hawkers," and he looked at Germain cheerfully. "Such things do not concern me," was the haughty reply. "I am interested in a family named Lecour. I desire an account of the titles now or heretofore possessed by persons of that name." The professional consulted a register "L" on a shelf behind.
"Alas, does your honour, perhaps, forget the differences of birth?" "Differences of birth, my Germain, are illusions; you have the reality." "Would that I had the illusion," thought poor Lecour. For several days he revelled in exploring Eaux Tranquilles. He became familiar with the paths of the gardens, the different statues and fountains. Sweet odours continually seemed to fill his breathing.
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