honest emotions--very few--and stand by them till all be done."

"Even hating?" Iberville's eyes were eager.

"There is such a thing as a noble hate."

"How every inch of you is man!" answered the other, clasping the
priest's arms. Then he added: "Abbe, you know what I long to hear. You
have been to New York twice; you were there within these three months--"

"And was asked to leave within these three months--banished, as it were."

"I know. You said in your letter that you had news. You were kind to
go--"

"Perrot went too."

"My faithful Perrot! I was about to ask of him. I had a birch-bark
letter from him, and he said he would come--Ah, here he is!"

He listened. There was a man's voice singing near by. They could even
hear the words:

"'O the young seigneur! O the young seigneur!
A hundred bucks in a day he slew;
And the lady gave him a ribbon to wear,
And a shred of gold from her golden hair
O the way of a maid was the way he knew;
O the young seigneur! O the young seigneur!'"