D'Hérouville.

"Curse you, I will accompany you!" roared De Leviston.

"Very good," returned the poet. "Vicomte, there is a fine place back
of the Ursulines. Let us go there."

When Victor entered, his room that night, an hour later, it was dark.
He groped for the candle and stoked the flint. As soon as his eyes
grew accustomed to the glare of the light, he looked about, and his
shadow wavered on the plastered walls. The Chevalier lay on his cot,
his face buried in his arms. Victor touched him and he stirred.

"It is all right, Paul." Victor threw his sword and baldric into a
corner and sat down beside his stricken friend, throwing an arm around
his shoulders. "I have just this moment run De Leviston through the
shoulder. That vicomte is a cool hand. He put his blade nicely
between D'Hérouville's ribs. They will both remain in hospital for two
or three weeks. It was a good fight."




CHAPTER XVI

THE POET EXPLAINS TO MONSIEUR DE LAUSON

By the next morning all Quebec had heard of the double duel, and
speculation ran high as to the cause. All Quebec, to be sure, amounted
only to a few hundreds; and a genuine duel at this period was a rare