well as for having vastly more than our share of all the men: we
generally go out attended by at least a dozen, without any other woman
but a lively old French lady, who is a flirt of my father's, and will
certainly be my mamma.

We sweep into the general's assembly on Thursdays with such a train
of beaux as draws every eye upon us: the rest of the fellows crowd
round us; the misses draw up, blush, and flutter their fans; and your
little Bell sits down with such a saucy impertinent consciousness in
her countenance as is really provoking: Emily on the contrary looks
mild and humble, and seems by her civil decent air to apologize to them
for being so much more agreable than themselves, which is a fault I for
my part am not in the least inclined to be ashamed of.

Your idea of Quebec, my dear, is perfectly just; it is like a third
or fourth rate country town in England; much hospitality, little
society; cards, scandal, dancing, and good chear; all excellent things
to pass away a winter evening, and peculiarly adapted to what I am
told, and what I begin to feel, of the severity of this climate.

I am told they abuse me, which I can easily believe, because my
impertinence to them deserves it: but what care I, you know, Lucy, so
long as I please myself, and am at Silleri out of the sound?

They are squabbling at Quebec, I hear, about I cannot tell what,
therefore shall not attempt to explain: some dregs of old disputes, it
seems, which have had not time to settle: however, we new comers have
certainly nothing to do with these matters: you can't think how
comfortable we feel at Silleri, out of the way.