Louis took it over to the Privy Council in London, and carried it through triumphantly and alone, proving his clients' title.

His two poor Frenchmen regained their land.

In payment he would accept nothing save the ordinary fees, as though it were some petty case in a county court.

He had, however, made a reputation, which he had seemed not to value, save as a means of showing hostility to the governing race, and the Seigneury of Pontiac, when it fell to him, had more charms for him than any celebrity to be won at the bar.

His love of the history of his country was a mania with him, and he looked forward, on arriving at Pontiac, to being the apostle of French independence on the continent.
Madelinette had crossed his path in his most enthusiastic moment, when his brilliant tongue and great dreams surrounded him with a kind of glamour.