What consoles me is, that the peasant, having become the proprietor of our domains will then be all-powerful, and will yoke to his chariot wheels these traders in scrip and stocks, whom he hates as much as I execrate them myself." The carriage at this moment stopped in the court-yard of the de Commarin mansion, after having described that perfect half-circle, the glory of coachmen who preserve the old tradition.
The count alighted first, and leaning upon his son's arm, ascended the steps of the grand entrance.

In the immense vestibule, nearly all the servants, dressed in rich liveries, stood in a line.

The count gave them a glance, in passing, as an officer might his soldiers on parade, and proceeded to his apartment on the first floor, above the reception rooms.
Never was there a better regulated household than that of the Count de Commarin.

He possessed in a high degree the art, more rare than is generally supposed, of commanding an army of servants.

The number of his domestics caused him neither inconvenience nor embarrassment.