"I can see Bonhomme Michel peeping round the
corner of the Cote de Lery! He is looking after us stray lambs of
the flock, Sieur Drouillon!"
Bonhomme Michel was the old watchman and factotum of the monastery.
He had a general commission to keep a sharp eye upon the young
ladies who were allowed to go out into the city. A pair of horn
spectacles usually helped his vision,--sometimes marred it, however,
when the knowing gallants slipped a crown into his hand to put in
the place of his magnifiers! Bonhomme Michel placed all his
propitiation money--he liked a pious word--in his old leathern sack,
which contained the redemption of many a gadding promenade through
the streets of Quebec. Whether he reported what he saw this time is
not recorded in the Vieux Recit, the old annals of the Convent. But
as Louise Roy called him her dear old Cupid, and knew so well how to
bandage his eyes, it is probable the good nuns were not informed of
the pleasant meeting of the class Louises and the gentlemen who
escorted them round the city on the present occasion.
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