Go on, tell us, Monsieur du Mesne--as I think you call yourself, sir ?--tell us more of your new country of ice and snow, of princesses and little shoes." The original speaker went a bit sullen, what with his wine and the jests of his companions.

"I'll tell ye naught," said he.

"Go see for yourselves, by leave of Louis." "Come now," said Pembroke, conciliatingly.

"We'll all admit our ignorance.

'Tis little we know of our own province of Virginia, save that Virginia is a land of poverty and tobacco.