If every hand was to be against his,
so be it. D'Herouville? Some day that laugh should cost him dear.
The vicomte? What was his misfortune to the vicomte that he should
pick a quarrel on his account? Was he a gallant fellow like Victor?
He would learn.
He put on his hat. It was dark. Lights began to flicker in the fort
and the chateau. The resolution seemed to give him new strength, and
he squared his shoulders, took in deep breaths, entered the officers'
mess and dined.
The men about him were for the most part manly men, brave, open-handed,
rough outwardly and soft within. And as they saw him take his seat
quietly, a sparkle of admiration gleamed from every eye. The vicomte
and Victor, both out on parole, took their plates and glasses and
ranged alongside of the Chevalier. In France they would have either
left the room or cheered him; as it was, they all finished the evening
meal as if nothing extraordinary had happened.
So the Chevalier won his first victory.
CHAPTER XVII
WHAT THE SHIP HENRI IV BRINGS TO QUEBEC
The ship Henri IV dropped anchor before Quebec on the seventh day of
August.
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