"Yes; I recollect him. Why?"
"He is here."
"In Quebec?"
"Yes. He came in this morning from Montreal, where he is connected
with the Associates. Was he not in your company three or four years
ago? He was dismissed, so I heard, for prying into De Guitaut's
private despatches."
"I remember the incident. I was the one who denounced him. It was a
disagreeable duty, but De Guitaut had put me on De Leviston's tracks.
It was unavoidable."
"You had best beware of him."
"I am perfectly in health, thank you," replied the Chevalier.
The vicomte covertly ran his eye over his companion. It was not to be
denied that the Chevalier had gained wonderfully in the fortnight. The
air, the constant labor, and the natural medicine which he inhaled in
the forests, had given a nervous springiness to his step and had
cleared his eyes till the whites were like china. No; the Chevalier
need have no fear of De Leviston, was the vicomte's mental comment.
"Well, you do look proper. The wine is all out of your system, and
there is balsam in your blood. A wonderful country!" The vicomte
stopped before his door.
"Yes, it is a wonderful country.
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