_Sacre_! did I not have a full hundred days of such pleasure when first I left France?
My poor stomach has not fairly settled yet from its fierce churning.

Know ye not, Master Wayland, that we hope to be at this Fort Dearborn upon the morrow, and 't is there I meet again the fair Toinette?
Saints! but I must look my best at such a time, not worn and haggard from tramping through the sand.

She was ever a most critical maid in such matters, and has not likely changed.

'T is curled too high upon the right brow, you black imp! and, as I live, there is one hair you have missed entirely." Realizing the uselessness of waiting longer, I turned my back upon his vanity, and strode off alone.

It is not my nature to swerve from a purpose merely because others differ in desires; and I was now determined to carry out my plan.