I am master here.

The propriety of legal means at once recurred to my distracted mind, however, and restrained me.

Once more I stood before the habitation of my fathers.

How I love its old sculptures, its grand old trees, its shaded walls, worn by the feet of my poor mother! I love all, even to the proud escutcheon, frowning above the principal doorway, flinging its defiance to the theories of this age of levellers." This last phrase conflicted so directly with the code of opinions habitual to Noel, that old Tabaret was obliged to turn aside, to conceal his amusement.
"Poor humanity!" thought he; "he is already the grand seigneur." "On presenting myself," continued the advocate, "I demanded to see the Count de Commarin.

A Swiss porter, in grand livery, answered, the count was travelling, but that the viscount was at home.