He hunts in the forests which once belonged to the Ducs de Sairmeuse; he fishes in their lakes; he drives the horses which once belonged to them, in the carriages upon which one could now see their coat-of-arms, if it had not been painted out.
"Twenty years ago, Lacheneur was a poor devil like myself; now, he is a grand gentleman with fifty thousand livres a year.

He wears the finest broadcloth and top-boots like the Baron d'Escorval.

He no longer works; he makes others work; and when he passes, everyone must bow to the earth.

If you kill so much as a sparrow upon his lands, as he says, he will cast you into prison.

Ah, he has been fortunate.