Grignan, was an unsuccessful candidate for it in competition with Frontenac.  For some years both the king and Colbert had been giving real attention to the affairs of Canada.  The Far West was opening up; and since 1665 the population of the colony had more than doubled.  To Frontenac the governorship of Canada meant promotion.  It was an office of trust and responsibility, with the opportunity to extend the king’s power throughout the region beyond the Great Lakes.  And if the salary was small, the governor could enlarge it by private trading.  Whatever his motives, or the motives of those who sent him, it was a good day for Frontenac when he was sent to Canada.  In France the future held out the prospect of little but a humiliating scramble for sinecures.  In Canada he could do constructive work for his king and country.

Those who cross the sea change their skies but not their character.  Frontenac bore with him to Quebec the sentiments and the habits which befitted a French noble of the sword. [Footnote:  Frontenac’s enemies never wearied of dwelling upon his uncontrollable rage.  A most interesting discussion of this subject will be found in Frontenac et Ses Amis by M. Ernest Myrand (p. 172).  For the bellicose qualities of the French aristocracy see also La Noblesse Francaise sous Richelieu by the Vicomte G. d’Avenel.] The more we know about the life of his class in France, the better we shall understand his actions as governor of Canada.  His irascibility, for example, seems almost mild when compared with the outbreaks of many who shared with him the traditions and breeding of a privileged order.  Frontenac had grown to manhood in the age of Richelieu, a period when fierceness was a special badge of the aristocracy.  Thus duelling became so great a menace to the public welfare that it was made punishable with death; despite which it flourished to such an extent that one nobleman, the Chevalier d’Andrieux, enjoyed the reputation of having slain seventy-two antagonists.

Where duelling is a habitual and honourable exercise, men do not take the trouble to restrain primitive passions.  Even in dealings with ladies of their own rank, French nobles often stepped over the line where rudeness ends and insult begins.  When Malherbe boxed the ears of a viscountess he did nothing which he was unwilling to talk about.  Ladies not less than lords treated their servants like dirt, and justified such conduct by the statement that the base-born deserve no consideration.  There was, indeed, no class—­not even the clergy—­which was exempt from assault by wrathful nobles.  In the course of an altercation the Duc d’Epernon, after striking the Archbishop of Bordeaux in the stomach several times with his fists and his baton, exclaimed:  ’If it were not for the respect I bear your office, I would stretch you out on the pavement!’

In such an atmosphere was Frontenac reared.  He had the manners and the instincts of a belligerent.  But he also possessed a soul which could rise above pettiness.  And the foes he loved best to smite were the enemies of the king.