About two miles beyond the roofs and turrets of the Court showed above the trees.

A whimsical smile came to his lips.
"Brillon," he said, "I'm in sight of home." The half-breed cocked his head.

It was the first time that Belward had called him "Brillon"-- he had ever been "Jacques." This was to be a part of the new life.

They were not now hunting elk, riding to "wipe out" a camp of Indians or navvies, dining the owner of a rancho or a deputation from a prairie constituency in search of a member, nor yet with a senator at Washington, who served tea with canvas-back duck and tooth-picks with dessert.

Once before had Jacques seen this new manner--when Belward visited Parliament House at Ottawa, and was presented to some notable English people, visitors to Canada.