His voice was cadenced, gentlemanly.

Jacques pointed to his own saddle-bag.
"No, no, they are not the things needed.

I want the evening-dress which cost that cool hundred dollars in New York." Still Jacques was silent.

He did not know whether, in his new position, he was expected to suggest.

Belward understood, and it pleased him.
"If we had lost the track of a buck moose, or were nosing a cache of furs, you'd find a way, Brillon." "Voila," said Jacques; "then, why not wear the buckskin vest, the red-silk sash, and the boots like these ?"--tapping his own leathers.
"You look a grand seigneur so." "But I am here to look an English gentleman, not a grand seigneur, nor a company's trader on a break.