I have got the wish of my heart--it has been granted to me more fully than I ever looked to see it; but how often do we see in the hour of triumph that there is something bitter in the cup, something we had not looked to find there.

Three months ago I was burning to sail for Quebec, and now--" He paused for a moment, and she looked full at him.
"Surely you have not changed.

You want to go; your heart is set upon it!" "Yes," he answered gravely: "my wish and purpose have never wavered; but now my heart is divided.

Once it beat only for my country, and the clash of arms was music in my ears; now it has found a rival elsewhere.

If I go to Quebec, I must leave you behind, my Kate!" Suddenly into her bright eyes there sprang the smart of tears.