"Do you think, Andre Dubois, that I will disorder my health by eating three-and-seventy fish in this fashion?
Do you think that I and my body-servants and my personal retainers and the other members of my household have nothing to do but to eat your fish?
In future, you will pay your tribute not more than five at a time.

Where is the major-domo?
Theuriet, remove the fish to our central store-house, and be careful that the smell does not penetrate to the blue tapestry chamber or to my lady's suite." A man in very shabby black livery, all stained and faded, advanced with a large tin platter and carried off the pile of white fish.

Then, as each of the tenants stepped forward to pay their old-world homage, they all left some share of their industry for their lord's maintenance.
With some it was a bundle of wheat, with some a barrel of potatoes, while others had brought skins of deer or of beaver.

All these were carried off by the major-domo, until each had paid his tribute, and the singular ceremony was brought to a conclusion.

As the seigneur rose, his son, who had returned, took De Catinat by the sleeve and led him through the throng.
"Father," said he, "this is Monsieur de Catinat, whom you may remember some years ago at Quebec." The seigneur bowed with much condescension, and shook the guardsman by the hand.
"You are extremely welcome to my estates, both you and your body-servants--" "They are my friends, monsieur.