He pressed his hand in warmest sympathy.
The Governor understood his feelings. "You are a true friend,
Philibert," said he; "ten men like you might still save this Colony!
But it is past the hour for the Council, and still Bigot delays! He
must have forgotten my summons."
"I think not; but he might have to wait until Cadet, Varin,
Deschenaux, and the rest of them were in a condition fit to travel,"
answered Philibert with an air of disgust.
"O Philibert! the shame of it! the shame of it! for such thieves to
have the right to sit among loyal, honorable men," exclaimed, or
rather groaned, the Governor. "They have the real power in New
France, and we the empty title and the killing responsibility! Dine
with me to-night after the Council, Philibert: I have much to say to
you."
"Not to-night, your Excellency! My father has killed the fatted
calf for his returned prodigal, and I must dine with him to-night,"
answered Philibert.
"Right! Be it to-morrow then! Come on Wednesday," replied the
Governor. "Your father is a gentleman who carries the principles of
true nobility into the walks of trade; you are happy in such a
father, Philibert, as he is fortunate in such a son.
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