“Tell the Governor,” he said at last, speaking faint and low, “that there is a threefold choice before him; and that though were I at the head of the army, I should say, Fight, I do not offer him counsel to do so; I only tell him the alternatives.  The first of these is to fight—­to join forces with Ramesay’s garrison and the sailors from the batteries here, and to gather in all the outlying Canadians and Indians of the neighbourhood.  With such an army as could be quickly gathered, and by acting in concert with Bougainville from Cap Rouge, there is at least a very fair chance of vanquishing the foe in open fight.  The next alternative is for him to retire upon Jacques Cartier, leaving Quebec with an efficient garrison, and from there to harass the enemy, cut off supplies, and otherwise prolong the siege till the approach of winter forces them to take to their ships and go.  The third is to give up the colony to English rule.  Let the Governor and his council take their choice of these three plans, for there is no other.”

“I will take the message myself,” said the Abbe, pressing the hand of his friend, and stooping to imprint a kiss on the pale brow.  “God be with you, my friend, in the hour of trial; and may He receive your soul when He shall have called it!  I shall pray for the repose of your gallant spirit.  Peace be with you.  Farewell.”

Montcalm was too much exhausted for further speech, but he made a slight gesture with his hand, and the Abbe left him, Madame Drucour stealing after him for a last word.

“You will not run into peril yourself, my brother?”

“Nay,” he answered, with a touch of bitterness in his tone; “I shall be safe enough, since my errand is to the Governor.  Monsieur de Vaudreuil is never known to put himself into danger.  Oh that we had a Governor who thought first of the honour of France and second of his own safety!”

“But surely they will fight! they will not give up Quebec without a struggle?  Look at the walls and ramparts, untouched and impregnable as ever!  Our town is shattered, it is true, but that has long been done.  Why should we give up the city because a few hundred soldiers have been slain upon the Plains of Abraham?  We have still a great army to fight with.”

“We have; but where is the General to lead us?  Nevertheless, we may still show ourselves men.

“Colin, my boy, is that thou?  What, dost thou want to come with me?  So be it, then.  Thou shalt do so, and take back word to thy aunt here as to what the council decides.

“I may find work over yonder with the sick and wounded.  I may not return tonight.  But Colin shall come back with news, and you will know that all is well with me.”

They went together, and Madame Drucour returned to her watch beside the sick and dying man.  The surgeon stole in and out as his other duties permitted him, and Corinne shared the watch beside the couch where Montcalm lay.