The sordid gentleman thought I was fretting about the booty.

Good God, what are some thousand pistoles to the blood of one honest friend!" "And in your mind another leaven worked," ventured the priest.
"Another leaven, as you say," responded Iberville.

"So, for your story, abbe." "Of the first journey there is nothing more to tell, save that the English governor said you were as brave a gentleman as ever played ambassador--which was, you remember, much in Count Frontenac's vein." Iberville nodded and smiled.

"Frontenac railed at my impertinence also." "But gave you a sword when you told him the news of Radisson," interjected Perrot.

"And by and by I've things to say of him." The abbe continued: "For my second visit, but a few months ago.