But will Monsieur see a young officer who has come from the commandant?
Merely a little inquiry about your identity and an examination of your papers, if you have any.

It's according to our custom, and it's just a formality, nothing more." Robert knew that it was far from being a formality, but his comrades and he had nothing to fear, as their mission was duly accredited and they carried the letters to the Marquis Duquesne.

The young officer, a Frenchman of Canadian birth, entered presently, and with the courtesy characteristic of the French race, a trait that Robert liked, asked for an account of themselves, which was given readily.

As usual the effect of the letters addressed to the Marquis Duquesne was magical, and, as the officer withdrew, he tendered them all the help he could give for a speedy and pleasant voyage to Quebec.
Monsieur Jolivet gave them a supper in his best style.

Although a native of New France he was of Provencal blood, and he had a poetic strain.