He pot-
valiantly drew his sword, and laid it on the table. "I will call on
the honorable company to drink this toast on their knees, and there
is my sword to cut the legs off any gentleman who will not kneel
down and drink a full cup to the bright eyes of the belle of Quebec--
The incomparable Angelique des Meloises!"
The toast suited their mood. Every one filled up his cup in honor
of a beauty so universally admired.
"Kneel down, all," cried the Intendant, "or De Pean will hamstring
us!" All knelt down with a clash--some of them unable to rise
again. "We will drink to the Angelique charms of the fair Des
Meloises. Come now, all together!--as the jolly Dutchmen of Albany
say, 'Upp seys over!'"
Such of the company as were able resumed their seats amid great
laughter and confusion, when the Sieur Deschenaux, a reckless young
gallant, ablaze with wine and excitement, stood up, leaning against
the table. His fingers dabbled in his wine-cup as he addressed
them, but he did not notice it.
"We have drunk with all the honors," said he, "to the bright eyes of
the belle of Quebec.
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