He knew the corruption and wickedness of Bigot and of Cadet and of Pean and of the whole reckless circle about the Intendant, but Quebec, with its gallant men and its beautiful women; its manners of an Old World aristocracy and its air of a royal court, had many pleasures, and why should youth look too far into the future?
And yet another stood up and looked at Quebec, with emotions all his own, and unlike those of the three who were so young.

Father Drouillard, tall in his black robe, gazed fixedly at the rock, and raised his hand in a gesture much like that with which he had cursed the chateau of Count Jean de Mezy.

His eyes were set and stern, but, as the sun fell in floods of burnished gold on the cathedral and the convents, his accusing look softened, became sad, then pitying, then hopeful.
"A wonderful sight, Father Drouillard," said Willet, who stood at his elbow and who also gazed at Quebec with feelings quite his own.

"I've seen it before, but I can never see it too often." "Mr.Willet," said the priest, "you and I are greater in years than these youths, and perhaps for that reason we can look farther into the future.

Youth fears nothing, but age fears everything.