I would that this were the only kind of
warfare that is known in the world!"
"And I too--sometimes," replied Wolfe, lying back again on his
pillows and looking dreamily out before him. "There are moments, it
is true, when the battle fever works in a man's blood, and war
seems to him then a glorious game. But it has its terrible and
hateful side, as every soldier knows well. And yet the day seems
far away when wars shall be no more."
"Indeed yes," answered Madame Drucour, with a little sigh; "we have
a sorrowful prospect before us yet. What was the word which I heard
you speak as I entered? Was it not of that projected march upon
Quebec?"
"It was," answered Wolfe frankly. "I may not deny, Madame, that the
longing of my heart at this moment is to try conclusions with your
gallant countrymen beneath the walls of Quebec."
"You are bold, Monsieur," said Madame Drucour, with a little smile.
"You know Quebec, Madame?"
"Very well. It is there that I purpose going with my husband when
the exchange is completed which gives him his liberty. I have
relatives there, and I go to be with them when duty may call my
husband elsewhere. If you come to Quebec, Monsieur, we may
perchance meet again."
"It will be something happy to look forward to."
"There is always joy in feeling that the foe we fight is a noble
and generous one.
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