It is the fourth to the right on entering the village.
Let us put our eye to one of these chinks and look in.
We see a man dressed like the rich peasants of Morbihan, except that gold lace about a finger wide stripes the collar and buttonholes of his coat and also the edges of his hat.

The rest of his dress consists of leathern trousers and high-topped boots.

His sword is thrown upon a chair.

A brace of pistols lies within reach of his hand.

Within the fireplace the barrels of two or three muskets reflect the light of a blazing fire.
The man is seated before a table; a lamp lights some papers which he is reading with great attention, and illuminates his face at the same time.
The face is that of a man of thirty.