movements.

To Mde. Fauteux I offered my arm, and conducted her into the large
conservatory opening off the parlors, where we walked.

"Is it not a great privilege, Monsieur, to be an Englishman?" she began
with polite banter. "You are the conquerors, the millionaires; yours are
the palaces, and the high and honorable places! But you, Monsieur, you
are not too proud to patronize our little receptions."

"Pardon me, Madame, I am not English."

"Is that true? But you have the air."

"There is no air I could prefer to that of a man like Sir Georges
Mondelet."

"Nor I too, in seriousness. That is the true French gentleman. He cares
little even for his title, and prefers to be called _Mr._ Mondelet,
holding his judicial office in greater esteem. I once heard him say in
joke, 'that there could be many Knights but only one Chief Justice.'"

"That is true," I said.

"Yes, it is true," she echoed. "Law is a noble philosophy, and its
profession the most brilliant of the highways to fame."

"Do you know," she continued, "that we inherit our law from the Romans.
This beautiful system, this philosophic justice of our Province, is the
imperial legacy bequeathed us by that Empire in which we once took our