To save to Louis what was, to his imagination, the one claim he had upon her respect and the world's.

After all, how little was it in value or in dignity! How little she cared for it! One year of her voice could earn two such Seigneuries as this.

And the honour--save that it was Pontiac-it was naught to her.

In all her life she had never done or said a dishonourable thing.

She had never lied, she had never deceived, she had never done aught that might not have been written down and published to all the world.