The delicious thought shot through him that his advent might have something to do with it.
He stooped towards her.
"Willy-nilly, your friends must like Canada!" he said, in her ear; "if it makes you so happy." He had no art of compliment, but the words were simple and sincere, and Elizabeth grew suddenly rosy, to her own great annoyance.

Before she could reply, however, the Chief Justice had insisted on bringing her back into the general conversation.
"Come and keep the peace, Lady Merton! Here is my friend Mariette playing the devil's advocate as usual.

Anderson tells me you are inclined to think well of us; so perhaps you ought to hear it." Mariette smiled and bowed a trifle sombrely.

He was plain and gaunt, but he had the air of a _grand seigneur_, and was in fact a member of one of the old seigneurial families of Quebec.
"I have been enquiring of Sir Michael, madam, whether he is quite happy in his mind as to these Yankees that are now pouring into the new provinces.

He, like everyone else, prophesies great things for Canada; but suppose it is an American Canada ?" "Let them come," said Anderson, with a touch of scorn.