"Ah, your people are Canadians?"
"My father is generally known as the Merchant Lecour of St Elphège. His full name is LeCour de Lincy."
"That is the name on your passport," interrupted de la Naudière. "I never knew he was a noble."
"He has never boasted of it," returned Lecour.
"An honest old fellow," Dorchester commented. Then, remembering himself, added, "You will, of course, do us the honour while in Quebec of being a guest at the Castle?"
"Your Lordship's invitation is a command, but I am here for a few hours only."
"Let us enjoy these hours then; eh, la Naudière? See that Mr. de Lincy's luggage is brought to the Castle."
"We review the garrison, in a few minutes," continued Dorchester, "then we luncheon. After that we are to drive to the Montmorenci Falls."
A beautiful and haughty-looking woman of over forty years entered the room. She stopped when she saw Lecour, but concealing her surprise at his uniform, stood graciously while her husband—for she was the Governor's wife—turned and said—
"Lady Dorchester, allow me to present the Chevalier de Lincy, whom we have just acquired as our guest, and whom you will recognise as a Garde-du-Corps of the King of France."