Breton dared not make himself known because of that eye.

An officer who had formerly resided in Rochelle recognized the marquis instantly, and he pressed forward.
"Monsieur le Marquis in Quebec ?" he cried.
"You are of the fort ?" replied the marquis.

His voice was thin and high, like that of old men whose blood is turning to water.
"Yes, Monsieur," answered the officer.
"Will you lead me to his Excellency the governor?
I have letters to present from her Majesty the queen." "Follow me, Monsieur;" and the officer conducted the marquis through the crowd, politely but firmly brushing aside those who blocked his path.

He found the governor quickly.

"Your Excellency, the Marquis de Perigny wishes to present to you letters from her august Majesty." "Monsieur le Marquis here ?" exclaimed the governor.