Robert was not sorry for the delay, as it would give them a chance to see the city, and perhaps, through de Galisonniere, make acquaintances among the French officers.
They were able to secure a large room with three beds, and both Robert and Willet drew from their small store of baggage suits quite in the fashion, three-cornered hats, fine coats and waistcoats, knee breeches, stockings and buckled shoes, and as a last and crowning triumph they produced handsome small swords or rapiers that they buckled to their belts.
"That canoe of ours wasn't large, but it brought a lot in it," said the hunter.
Robert surveyed himself in a small glass, and his clothes brought great pride.

A chord in his nature responded to splendor of raiment, and the surroundings of the great world.

Quebec might be corrupt but he could not hide from himself his immense interest in it.

He noticed, too, that Willet wore his fine costume naturally.
"It's not the first time that you've been in such clothes, Dave," he said, "and it's not the first time that you've been in a society like that which makes its home in Quebec." "No, it is not," replied Willet, "and some time, Robert, I'll tell you about those days, but not now." Tayoga remained in his dress of a young Indian chief.

Even if he had had any other he would not have put it on, and the fine deerskin and the lofty headdress became him and stamped him for what he was, a prince of the forest.