This tale of love and valor is woven around an episode of international history, the fifth siege of Quebec by the Continental troops, under General Richard Montgomery, during the war of the American Revolution. No event chronicled in the annals of the Republic or of the Dominion surpasses it in romantic interest and picturesqueness of detail; and for daring, courage and endurance of hardship, few adventures equal that midwinter attack on what was then an impregnable stronghold.
"Do not have them alight, I prithee, Phyllis. The dusk of this early twilight is so ravishing, so enchanting! What you English call the gloaming induces in one a tender feeling of delicious melancholy, that to me is more pleasure than pain. At this hour I always feel like singing little love-songs such as this," and she skipped across the floor to where the spinet stood open. Thrumming softly some opening chords, she trilled a few lines of a French serenade--"Je t'aime, mon ange, je t'aime," with a passion of sweetness, such as a lovelorn troubadour, with tinkling lute, might have sung 'neath his lady's lattice casement. Then whirling around, she laughed lightly, saying:
"I have learned that from Leon. Poor, dear Leon, he has of late taken to singing the most tender, heart-touching melodies. He delights in long, lonely walks when the moon shines, and I have discovered him even composing verse and love-sonnets. I am told these are the signs of the grand passion."