h a battery--how many guns was
mounted there in our time, brother?--but at long shots from the St.
Joseph shore you might play the same game. Here's what they call the
little river, the St. Charles, and a bridge of boats with a tete du pont
over to the place of arms. Here's the citadel, and here's convents--ever
so many convents--and the cathedral; and here, outside the lines to the
west and south, is what they call the Plains of Abraham--where a certain
little affair took place, do you remember, brother? He and a young
officer of the Rousillon regiment ca ca'd at each other for twenty
minutes, and George pinked him, and then they jure'd each other an
amitie eternelle. Well it was for George: for his second saved his life
on that awful day of Braddock's defeat. He was a fine little fellow, and
I give his toast: Je bois a la sante du Chevalier de Florac!"

"What, can you speak French, too, Harry?" asks Mr. Wolfe. The young man
looked at the General with eager eyes.

"Yes," says he, "I can speak, but not so well as George."

"But he remembers the city, and can place the batteries, you see, and
knows the ground a thousand times better than I do!" cries the elder
brother.

The two elder officers exchanged looks with one another; Mr. Lambert
smiled and nodded, as if in reply to the mute queries of his comrade: on
which the other spoke. "Mr. Harry," he said, "if you have had enough of
fine folks, and White's, and horse-racing----"

"Oh, sir!" says the young man, turning very red.

"And if you have a mind to a sea voyage at a short notice, come and see
me at my lodgings to-morrow."

What was that sudden uproar of cheers which the ladies heard in their
drawing-room? It was the hurrah which Harry Warrington gave when he
leaped up at hearing the General's invitation.

The women saw no more of the gentlemen that night. General Lambert had
to be away upon his business early next morning, before seeing any
of his family; nor had he mentioned a word of Harry's outbreak on the
previous evening. But when he rejoined his folks at dinner, a look at
Miss Hetty's face informed the worthy gentleman that she knew what had
passed on the night previous, and what was about to happen to the young
Virginian. After dinner Mrs. Lambert sat demurely at her work, Miss
Theo took her book of Italian Poetry. Neither of the General's customary
guests happened to be present that evening.

He took little Hetty's hand in his, and began to talk wit