All power is to be placed in the hands of these men, the chosen of the scum of the great towns, the mere mouthpieces of the ignorant mob.

It is not order that these gentry are organizing, it is disorder." Such were the opinions of the marquis, but he was tolerant of other views, and at the gatherings at the chateau Harry heard opinions of all kinds expressed.
During his rambles alone he entered as much as he could into conversation with the peasants, with woodcutters, foresters, and villagers.

He found that the distress which prevailed everywhere was terrible.

The people scarcely kept life together, and many had died of absolute starvation.

He found a feeling of despair everywhere, and a dull hatred of all who were above them in the world.