"I am not so partial to saints myself. And my brother-in-law would have been better satisfied, I do believe, if she had been less saintly."
She looked a trifle puzzled.
"It is long since you left France," she commented irrelevantly.
"I was not seventeen. It is six years ago."
"Do you mean to go back?"
"Sometime, Mam'selle. Would you like to go?"
"No," she said decidedly.
"But why not?" amused.
"Because I like Quebec."
"It is a wretched wilderness of a place."