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"Let us talk of what you call, I think, business." "Nothing could please me more. I have slept little, pondering on this that I do call business. To begin with, then, you were there at the Château Ramezay last night. I would have given all I had to have been there for an hour." "There are certain advantages a woman may have." "But you were there? You know what went forward?" "Certainly."
A few yards from the busy municipal centre of the city of Montreal, behind an antique iron railing, is a quaint, old building known as the Château de Ramezay.
The keeper of my inn freely made me a list of those who would be present a list embracing so many scores of prominent men whom he then swore to be in the city of Montreal that, had the old Château Ramezay afforded twice its room, they could not all have been accommodated. For myself, it was out of the question to gain admittance.
"They surround the city, but the commander-in-chief talks of replacing them by avenues and a Champ de Mars." "The British garrison of course occupies the Arsenal, the British flag flies from the Citadel. Where does the British Governor reside?" "At the Château de Ramezay." "But why not at the Château de Vaudreuil, where Governor de Vaudreuil dwelt? It was larger and its gardens finer."
When Champlain stood by its hearth, as its first blaze, lighted by tinder and flint, roared up to the sky William Shakespeare was still writing his sublime lines, Queen Elizabeth had lain but twelve years in her marble tomb, and the Château de Ramezay was not to be built for a hundred years to come.
This gave Germain great satisfaction. With the precious order in his pocket he spent a few hours reconnoitring the town, and especially the headquarters of the garrison and the Governor's residence, the Château de Ramezay. Returning to St.
In an hour I have learned the news of years. But will you not also tell me what is the news from Château Ramezay? Then, indeed, I could go home feeling I had done very much for my chief." "Monsieur, I can not do so. You will not tell me that other news." "Of what?" "Of your nuptials!" "Madam, I can not do so. But for you, much as I owe you, I would like to wring your neck.
Somewhere about the year 1700 a portion of this land was acquired by Claude de Ramezay, Sieur de la Gesse, Bois Fleurent and Monnoir, in France, and Governor of Three Rivers, and this house built.
The Salon was the scene of many a gay rout, as Madame de Ramezay, imitating the brilliant social and political life as it was in France in the time of Le Grand Monarque, transplanted to the wilds of America some reflection of court ceremonial and display as they culminated in that long and brilliant reign.
De Ramezay was of an old Franco-Scottish family, being descended by Thimothy, his father, from one Sir John Ramsay, a Scotchman, who, with others of his compatriots, went over to France in the 16th century.
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