I shall see a man again.

Arrange some chairs next to me, bring a bottle of claret, and a thousand livres from the steward's chest.

And listen, Jehan, let Monsieur le Comte's servant give orders to the butler for his master.

I forbid you to do it." "Yes, Monsieur," and Jehan proceeded to light the chandelier, the illumination of which brought out distinctly the tarnished splendor of the salon.

Jehan retired.
The marquis, to steady his teetering head, rested his chin on his hands, which were clasped over the top of his walking-stick.
Occasionally his eyes roved to the portrait of his wife, and a melancholy, unreadable smile broke the severe line of his lips.
"A beautiful woman," he mused aloud, "though she did not inspire me with love.