Francis to do, and
they either could not or would not repel the accusation.
"Padre Monti deserves the best thanks of the Intendant for this
sermon," remarked the Sieur d'Estebe to Le Mercier, who accompanied
him.
"And the worst thanks of His Excellency the Count! It was bold of
the Italian to beard the Governor in that manner! But La
Galissoniere is too great a philosopher to mind a priest!" was the
half-scoffing reply of Le Mercier.
"Is he? I do not think so, Le Mercier. I hate them myself, but
egad! I am not philosophic enough to let them know it. One may do
so in Paris, but not in New France. Besides, the Jesuits are just
now our fast friends, and it does not do to quarrel with your
supporters."
"True, D'Estebe! We get no help from the Recollets. Look yonder at
Brothers Ambrose and Daniel! They would like to tie Padre Monti
neck and heels with the cords of St. Francis, and bind him over to
keep the peace towards Port Royal; but the gray gowns are afraid of
the black robes. Padre Monti knew they would not catch the ball
when he threw it.
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