It was a petty resentment, but George Fournel had set his heart upon playing the grand-seigneur over the Frenchmen of Pontiac, and of ultimately leaving his fortune to the parish, if they all fell down and worshipped him and his "golden calf." "The grammar is suitable to the case," retorted the Seigneur, his voice rising.

"Everything is mine by law, and everything I will keep.

If you think different, produce a will--produce a will!" Truth was, Louis Racine would rather have parted with the Seigneury itself than with these relics asked for.

They were reminiscent of the time when France and her golden-lilies brooded over his land, of the days when Louis Quatorze was king.

He cherished everything that had association with the days of the old regime, as a miner hugs his gold, or a woman her jewels.