Anna Chapin Ray

“ Two nuns followed them, nuns whose dove-coloured cloaks showed that they had come from the Franciscan convent out on the Grande Allée. Then came a portly, scarlet-coated officer, and behind him the Dean, stepping briskly along on his gaitered legs which offered trig contrast to the trio of black soutanes behind him. Day recalled her wandering attention with a jerk. Starting with the soldiers, it had gone, by swift and devious courses, around to her brother, now shut up in his own room across the hall. Perhaps Rob was facing some disappointments, too.
Day rarely was a girl of many hesitations. ”

“ Sir George bit the end of his pen-holder, while he conned the red-bound volume with intent and frowning brow.
"It is called the Gibraltar of America. Built on a high cliff over the Saint Lawrence, it is crowned with the Citadel. The soldiers are Canadians, and not at all swagger, like our Guards. There are several convents and monasteries here, and one meets a priest at every corner. Down by the river, there are shabby streets called Lower Town. Up on the hill, which the inhabitants call The Cape, there are two main roads and a lot of cross streets ”

“ Really, they're very strong ladies," he added reminiscently. "They must go in for a great deal of exercise, and that. I wish you'd please tell them that you know me, and that I'm not given to breaking into things."
But Day had come up to Rob's side.
"What about the fort at Levis?" she inquired unexpectedly.
Sir George faced around and stared at her in amazement.
"Oh, is it you?" he said dispassionately then. "Seems to me you are always about." ”