It fell out much as we had anticipated. M. de Drucour demanded the same terms as those extended to the English at Port Mahon, in Minorca. These were refused, and he resolved, with our unanimous consent, to abide by the assault. But Prévost was at work, and so artfully did he play on our commandant that by eleven o'clock the same night, July 25, 1758, the terms of the harsh capitulation were accepted.
At midnight, the capitulation being signed, I passed out by the Brouillon Bastion, found the men with their shallop in readiness, and, stepping in, said, in answer to their query:
“All the papers are signed; the English enter in the morning.”
“'Dieu seul devine les sots,'” quoted old Gourdeau, sadly. “Shove off!”
[Part II]
MARGARET'S STORY
“Le coeur mène ou il va.” — Old Proverb.
[CHAPTER XII]
WHAT HAPPENED IN THE BAIE DES CHALEURS
Never, never shall I forget the elation which filled my heart as I stepped ashore with Lucy that September day in the Baie des Chaleurs, in Canada. After weeks of unrest, my feet once more were on the sure, unchanging earth, in the land that held what was more than all else to me, “my dear and only love,” my Hugh.