er Townshend gave a
dinner to some of the residents, and the Abbe and Madame Drucour,
with their nephew and niece, were invited. Corinne's health was
proposed and drunk amid acclamation, greatly to her own
astonishment; and wherever she went she met with nothing but
kindness and respect.

She was given a number of trophies of the recent war--a small
dagger that had belonged to Wolfe being the most prized of them
all. She daily visited the hospital with her aunt, and cheered by
her bright presence both the English and French who lay there.

All was busy in and about the city. The garrison was being shipped
off to France, according to the terms of the capitulation; and a
number of residents whose homes had been destroyed, and who had no
mind to remain in the place now that the English were the masters,
were eager likewise to be gone. The French ships in the upper
reaches of the river were permitted to come down, take up their
crews again, and transport the fugitives to France.

But the Abbe and his sister remained on, uncertain of their future,
Madame Drucour waited for news of her husband, and the Abbe
lingered to know if he could serve his countrymen any longer. They
had friends in France, but were not much disposed to return to that
land. Colin and Corinne were burning with desire to see England at
least, even if they did not remain there; and Madame Drucour was
disposed to wish the same thing for herself.

One day Humphrey brought them news. He had had news of the
ex-governor of Louisbourg. He had fallen into the hands of the
Indians, but had been rescued by the English, and had been sent,
with a number of other prisoners, to England in one of their
returning ships. The news had been brought by a sloop from New
York.

Vessels were beginning to arrive in the harbour now from the
enthusiastic English provinces. Those in Quebec heard how joy bells
were ringing and bonfires blazing throughout New England and the
provinces. Far-seeing men saw in the fall of Quebec an augury of a
new and splendid empire in the west, over which England should
rule. So far, at least, there was no thought of anything else,
although the spirit of independence had taken deep root which
another day would bring forth a different sort of fruit.

"Madame, your husband is safe," said Humphrey when brought to her
to tell his tale; "I have heard it from one who saw him. He has not
suffered any severe hurt at the hands of the Indians. They were