They saw lights gleaming in houses, and now and then shadowy figures passing.

Out in the river a boat with a mast rocked in the current, and Robert believed it was the _Frontenac_ of Louis de Galisonniere.
As the dusk thickened over the great river, the island, the hills and the forest, Hochelaga seemed very small, and the inn of the excellent Monsieur Jolivet was just a tiny point of light in all that vast darkness.

It shone, nevertheless, by contrast, and was a little island of warmth and comfort in the sea of the wilderness.

Monsieur Jolivet, who was deeply interested in the Bostonnais and the proud young Iroquois, talked freely.

Under his light and chattering manner lay great powers of perception, and he saw that he had guests of quality, each in his own way.