He would accept his father's word, resume his titles long grown dusty, and set about winning this mysterious beauty.

For she was worth winning, from the sole of her charming foot to the glorious crown on her brow.

He would see her again; Quebec was indeed small.

He would cast aside the mantle of gloom, become a good fellow, laugh frequently, sing occasionally; in fine, become his former self.
Here Victor rushed in, breathless.
"Paul, lad," he cried, "have you heard the astonishing news ?" "News ?" "Monsieur le Marquis is here!" "I have seen him, Victor, and spoken to him," "A reconciliation?
The Virgin save me, but you will return to France!" "Not I, lad," with a gaiety which deceived the poet.

"I will tell you something later.