He came back quickly to the table, put down the candle, took his seat, stroked his chin with his hook, and chuckled.

When Morris came back, he was holding his wine with one hand while he hummed a snatch of song and drummed lightly on the table with the hook.

Immediately after came a servant with a tray, and the Scotsman was soon astonished, not only at the buxomness of his appetite, but at the deftness with which he carved and handled things with what he called his "tiger." And so he went on talking and eating, and he sat so long that Jessica, as she passed into the corridor and up the stairs, wearied by the day, heard his voice uplifted in song.

It so worked upon her that she put her hands to her ears, hurried to her room, and threw herself upon the bed in a distress she could set down to no real cause.
Before the governor and his guests parted for the night, Iberville, as he made his adieus to Gering, said in a low voice: "The same place and time to-morrow night, and on the same conditions ?" "I shall be happy," said Gering, and they bowed with great formality.
The governor had chanced to hear a word or two and, thinking it was some game of which they spoke, said: "Piquet or a game of wits, gentlemen ?" "Neither, your excellency," quoth Gering--"a game called fox and goose." "Good," said Iberville, under his breath; "my Puritan is waking." The governor was in ripe humour.

"But it is a game of wits, then, after all.