come when they can
enter them as conquerors and masters of all."

She drew herself together and gave a little, quick, shuddering
sigh, as though realizing as those never could do who had not seen
war what must inevitably be ere such an end could be accomplished.

Fritz took her hand and carried it to his lips.

"If such a day as that come, Madame," he said, "be very sure that
my first duty and privilege will be to protect you and yours from
harm. Adieu; and if I can ever repay your kindness to me, be sure
the opportunity shall not be neglected."

Chapter 2: The Defences Of Quebec.

Excitement reigned in the city. There had been a cry of fear
earlier in the day. Men had rushed through the streets, crying
aloud in every tone of consternation:

"The English fleet! the English fleet!"

But this had proved a false alarm. The sails seen advancing up the
great waterway were those of friendly vessels, laden with
provisions for the city, and great rejoicings were held as the
supplies were carried into the storehouses by the eager citizens
and soldiers. Colin, running hither and thither picking up news,
came running back at short intervals with tidings for his sister
and aunt.

"They all say the English fleet has sailed from England, and may be
here any day; but at least we shall not starve yet. We have a fine
consignment of provisions brought in today."

Next time he came he had another item of information to give.

"Our General, Monsieur de Montcalm, met me in the street just now,
and bid me say that he purposed to take his supper with us this
evening, as there are certain matters he would discuss with my
uncle, and with you, dear aunt, who have seen so much of warfare.
He asked me if it would be convenient for you to receive him, and I
said I was sure that it would."

"Quite right, my child," answered Madame Drucour; "I shall deem it
an honour to entertain the brave Marquis. I have a great respect
for him, both as a man and a soldier."

"Yes: they all speak well of him, and they say that the Governor,
Vaudreuil, treats him shamefully, or at least traduces him
shamefully behind his back to the Government in France. He is
jealous because Monsieur de Montcalm is so much better a soldier
than he. His jealousy is mean and pitiful. I hear things that make
my blood boil!"

"Yes: Monsieur de Montcalm has had to exercise great patience and
self restraint. We all honour him for it," said the Abbe, looking
up fro