"Come! come!" cried Le Gardeur, interrupting this debate on the
population; "Providence knows the worth of Canadian women, and
cannot give us too many of them. We are in a hurry to get to the
city, Jean, so let us embark. My aunt and Amelie are in the old
home in the city; they will be glad to see you and Babet," added he,
kindly, as he got into the boat.
Babet dropped her neatest courtesy, and Jean, all alive to his duty,
pushed off his boat, bearing the two gentlemen and their horses
across the broad St. Charles to the King's Quay, where they
remounted, and riding past the huge palace of the Intendant, dashed
up the steep Cote au Chien and through the city gate, disappearing
from the eyes of Babet, who looked very admiringly after them. Her
thoughts were especially commendatory of the handsome officer in
full uniform who had been so polite and generous in the morning.
"I was afraid, Jean, you were going to blurt out about Mademoiselle
des Meloises," remarked Babet to Jean on his return; "men are so
indiscreet always!"
"Leaky boats! leaky boats! Babet! no rowing them with a woman
aboard! sure to run on the bank.
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