Before Iberville left, the governor had word with him alone.
"Monsieur," he said, "you have a keen tongue, but our king needs keen swords, and since you have the advantage of me in this, I shall take care you pay the bill.

We have had enough of outlawry.

You shall fight by rule and measure soon." "In your excellency's bodyguard, I hope," was the instant reply.
"In the king's navy," answered Frontenac, with a smile, for he was pleased with the frank flattery.
A career different from that of George Gering, who, brought up with Puritans, had early learned to take life seriously, had little of Iberville's gay spirit, but was just such a determined, self-conscious Englishman as any one could trust and admire, and none but an Englishman love.
And Jessica Leveret?
Wherever she had been during the past four years, she had stood between these two men, regardful, wondering, waiting; and at last, as we know, casting the die against the enemy of her country.
But was it cast after all?
Immediately after she made a certain solemn promise, recorded in the last chapter, she went once again to New York to visit Governor Nicholls.

She had been there some months before, but it was only for a few weeks, and then she had met Dollier de Casson and Perrot.

That her mind was influenced by memory of Iberville we may guess, but in what fashion who can say?
It is not in mortal man to resolve the fancies of a woman, or interpret the shadowy inclinations, the timid revulsions, which move them--they cannot tell why, any more than we.