bonds."

"Ah yes," answered Wolfe, with an answering sparkle in his eye;
"that I understand well. We are all bound to our country in bonds
that cannot be severed. And yet we are bound to the common cause of
humanity, and there we meet on common ground. We need not remember
anything else at such a time, Madame. We serve in one army there.
Do not our wounded as well as your own bless the sight of your face
and the sound of your voice amongst them?"

"And have they not cause to bless the name of that brave officer
who, in spite of his own weakness and suffering, would not rest
until he had seen in person that all were cared for--foes as well
as friends? Yes, truly, Monsieur, in one warfare we can stand upon
the same side, and fight the same battle against disease and
suffering and death. I would that this were the only kind of
warfare that is known in the world!"

"And I too--sometimes," replied Wolfe, lying back again on his
pillows and looking dreamily out before him. "There are moments, it
is true, when the battle fever works in a man's blood, and war
seems to him then a glorious game. But it has its terrible and
hateful side, as every soldier knows well. And yet the day seems
far away when wars shall be no more."

"Indeed yes," answered Madame Drucour, with a little sigh; "we have
a sorrowful prospect before us yet. What was the word which I heard
you speak as I entered? Was it not of that projected march upon
Quebec?"

"It was," answered Wolfe frankly. "I may not deny, Madame, that the
longing of my heart at this moment is to try conclusions with your
gallant countrymen beneath the walls of Quebec."

"You are bold, Monsieur," said Madame Drucour, with a little smile.

"You know Quebec, Madame?"

"Very well. It is there that I purpose going with my husband when
the exchange is completed which gives him his liberty. I have
relatives there, and I go to be with them when duty may call my
husband elsewhere. If you come to Quebec, Monsieur, we may
perchance meet again."

"It will be something happy to look forward to."

"There is always joy in feeling that the foe we fight is a noble
and generous one. I shall tell in Quebec how the English General,
though stern in his terms of capitulation, refused to me nothing
that I asked when once the town was given up, and how generously he
and all his officers showed themselves, and in especial
one--Brigadier Wolfe!"

The young man bowed at the compliment.

"And I,