"No, they do not hate the English, though they would like to see the English leave the country, so that the Canadians and the Americans could govern themselves."
"Do you think there will be war?"
"Perhaps."
"Monsieur knows there will be."
"I do not know. I hope not. War would interfere with business."
The Canadian laughed heartily, as though Allen had perpetrated a good joke.
Then he broke into a French song, full of life and character, such as the French peasantry love to indulge in.
Eben took advantage of the song to walk beside Alien and whisper to him his doubts.
"That man is not a Canadian, or if he is, he is an English Canadian."
"What makes you think so?"