"There's the Seigneur.

He's going into Parliament." "He's a magistrate--that's enough," said Duclosse.

"He's started the court under the big tree, as the Seigneurs did two hundred years ago.
He'll want a gibbet and a gallows next." "I should think he'd stay at home and not take more on his shoulders!" said the one-eyed shoemaker.

Without a word, Lajeunesse threw a dish of water in Gingras's face.

This reference to the Seigneur's deformity was unpalatable.
Gingras had not recovered from his discomfiture when all were startled by the distant blare of a bugle.