ersation which
passed be tween the pair at the tables.

As the boy and girl entered it was Fritz who was speaking, and he
spoke eagerly.

"You have seen Julian Dautray, my friend and comrade who sailed
away to England several years since on an embassy from the town of
Philadelphia? Now this is news indeed. For I have heard no word of
him from that day to this; yet once we were like brothers, and we
made that long, long journey together from the far south, till our
souls were knit together even as the souls of David and Jonathan.
Tell me of him! Is he well? Is he still in this new world beyond
the dividing sea?"

"After the capture of Louisbourg," answered Madame Drucour, with
the little touch of shrinking in her tone which such words always
occasioned her, "he was to accompany the gallant Brigadier Wolfe
(to whose untiring energy and zeal much of England's success was
due) upon some mission of destruction on the coasts, little indeed
to that soldier's liking. After that, I heard that they were to
sail for England, since the brave officer's health stood in great
need of recruiting. But it was known to all of us that Monsieur
Wolfe would never rest content till he had seen whether he might
not repeat at Quebec what he had accomplished at Louisbourg. And if
not actually known, it is more than conjectured that the fleet from
England which brings our foes into these waters will bring with it
that gallant soldier Wolfe; and if so, you may be sure that your
good friend (and mine) Monsieur Julian Dautray will be with him."

"That is good hearing," cried Fritz, whose face was beaming with
satisfaction and pleasure; "it is like a feast to a hungry man to
hear news of Julian again!"

And he listened with extreme interest whilst the lady told him all
she knew of his friend--his daring dash into the fortress disguised
as a French soldier, and his many acts of chivalrous generosity at
the close of the siege.

"We have reason to be grateful to you English," said Madame
Drucour, with a gracious smile. "It is a happiness, when we have to
fight, to find such generous and noble foes. It is hard to believe
that this strong city of Quebec will ever open its gates even to so
brave a commander as the gallant Wolfe; and yet, if such a thing
were again to be here as was at Louisbourg, I, for one, shall be
able to welcome the victor with a smile as well as a sigh; for I
have seen how generous he is to sick and wounded, and how gently
c