share as rulers of the world--the shadow of the mighty wings under which
our ancestors reposed. We all have Roman, blood in our veins. Do you see
that face there?--that is a Roman face. Our Church speaks Latin, and
looks to the city of Cæsar. Our own speech is a Latin tongue. The
classics of our young men's study are still those that were current on
the Forum. Our law is Roman law."

If the gaiety of the French world had satisfied me, what was not my
wonder and joy at discovering in it a reflective side; and for half an
hour I remained in a leafy alcove listening to her refined
converse,--dealing with books like "Corinne," and "La Chaumière
Indienne,"--La Fontaine, Molière, Montesquieu,--and especially
interesting me in the society which moved around us, which as she
touched it with her wand of history and eloquence, acquired an
inconceivable interest for me, and I was for the first time proud of
being a French-Canadian.

In the midst of these excitements, as I stood so listening, and now
joined by two others,--

"Chamilly, my brother, I have come for you," suddenly broke in Grace;
and stood before me all radiance, dropping somebody's arm. Excusing
myself, I took her in charge and we moved gaily off. Waltzing with her
was so easy that it made me feel my own motion graceful; the swirl of
mingled feelings impelled me to recognize how superior she was in other
things, and to proudly set her off against each lovely or dignified or
sprightly figure there; and when the music closed abruptly, we started
laughing together for the conservatory of which I have spoken, at the
end of the vast rooms. This conservatory ended in a circular enlargement
divided into several nooks or bowers, and we wandered into one in which