He is a fine old fellow; I wish we could see him." "You have your wish, gentlemen!" spoke a new voice from the shadowy corner by the door, where the twilight was gathering.
The company started to their feet and saluted the great man, who advanced smiling, motioning them to be seated.

Corinne kindled the lamp, and the General looked about him and sat down at the table opposite to the three youths.
"I hear you are from the English squadron," he said; "I have come to ask you as to its strength.

Tell me frankly and candidly what you know, and I will undertake that your captivity shall not be a rigorous one." He spoke in French, and the Abbe interpreted, although he suspected that the lads understood a good deal more of that language than they professed to do.

They were willing enough to repeat what they had said before as to the overwhelming size and equipment of the fleet on its way from England--of the valour of men and officers, of Wolfe's known intrepidity and military genius, and of the excellent, far-carrying guns and their equally excellent gunners.
Montcalm listened with bent brow and thoughtful mien.

The lads appeared to speak with confidence and sincerity.