As a rule he found them to be unclean, vulgar and evil-minded; and the hideous paints disturbed his dreams.
Secretly, his enthusiasm for New France had already waned, and there were times when he longed for the road to Spain--Spain which by now held for him the dearest treasure in all the world.

But not even the keen-eyed Brother Jacques read this beneath the poet's buoyancy and lightness of spirit.

Besides, Brother Jacques had set himself to watch the Comte d'Herouville and the Vicomte d'Halluys, and this was far more important to him than the condition of the poet's temperament.
D'Herouville mingled with the great seigneurs, and, backed by his reputation as a famous swordsman, did about as he pleased.

He watched the Chevalier's progress toward health; and he noted with some concern his enemy's quick, springy step, the clear and steady eye.

He still ignored the poet as completely as though he did not exist.
Every Friday night the table was given up to the governor's gentlemen councillors, friends, and officers.