It was a joy to Harry when he was not dancing to watch them, especially the Acadians, whose faces glowed as the dancers and their own bodies swayed to the music they were making.
Harry and his comrades were very young, but youth matures rapidly in war, and they felt themselves men.

In truth they had done the deeds of men for two years now, and they were treated as such by the others.
Bertrand also was present, and while he cast a dark look or two at St.Clair, he kept away from him.
Bye and bye another young man, obviously of French blood, appeared.
But he was not dark.

He had light hair, blue eyes, and he was tall and slender.

But the pure strain of his Gallic blood showed, nevertheless, as clearly as if he had been born in Northern France itself.
Lieutenant-Colonel Hector St.Hilaire welcomed him with warmth and pride and introduced him to the lads, who at that moment were not dancing.
"This is that young cousin of mine of whom I was speaking," he said.
"It is Julien de Langeais, son of that beautiful cousin, Flora de Crespigny, and of that gallant and noble man, Gerard de Langeais, with whom I fought the duel.

I did not know that you would be here, Julien, and the surprise makes the pleasure all the greater." "I did not know myself, sir, until an hour ago, that I could come," replied young de Langeais, "but it is a glorious sight, sir, and I'm truly glad to be here." His eyes sparkled at the sight of the dancers and his feet beat time to the music.