It's a pleasure to meet with wit and perception in the wilderness.

One prefers to talk with gentlemen.

'Tis said that the English are heavy, but I do not always find them so.

Perhaps it's merely a slur that one nation wishes to cast upon another." "It's scarcely correct to call me English," said Robert, "since I am a native of this country, and the term American applies more properly." The eyes of St.Luc glistened.
"I note the spirit," he said.

"The British colonies left to themselves grow strong and proud, while ours, drawing their strength from the King and the government, would resent being called anything but Frenchmen.
Now, I'll wager you a louis against any odds that you'll claim the American to be as good as the Englishman anywhere and at any time." "Certainly!" said Robert, with emphasis.
St.Luc laughed again and with real pleasure, his blue eyes dancing and his white teeth flashing.
"And some day that independence will cause trouble for the good British mother," he said, "but we'll pass from the future to the present.