It's a gorgeous life that our own court circle leads at Quebec, and at the great Chateau Bigot, in the midst of its walks and flowers and gardens.

I don't know why I'm telling you these things, Mr.Lennox! It seems they should be the very last to say to one's official enemy, but I can't feel that I'm doing anything wrong when I do tell them to you." His bright face was in gloom for a few moments, and Robert, quick in perception, had a sudden feeling that this brilliant Quebec, enveloped in so much color and glamour, might not be so sound within as the English towns to the south, despite their wrangling.

But it merely increased his anxiety to see Quebec.

Life would be all the more complex there.
The great river spread before them, blue now under a dazzling blue sky, and the stout _Frontenac_ left a long white trailing wake.

A stone house, larger than usual, showed through the green foliage on the south bank.