"He is a man who makes others work, but he doesn't cheapen what they do; and he gets all he can out of the land--for his master.

Honest man! He often comes to Paris and gives me a good fee: he has lots of errands for me to do in Paris; sometimes three or four packages a day,--either from monsieur or madame.

My bill for cartage alone comes to fifty francs a month, more or less.

If madame does set up to be somebody, she's fond of her children; and it is I who fetch them from school and take them back; and each time she gives me five francs,--a real great lady couldn't do better than that.

And every time I have any one in the coach belonging to them or going to see them, I'm allowed to drive up to the chateau,--that's all right, isn't it ?" "They say Monsieur Moreau wasn't worth three thousand francs when Monsieur le comte made him steward of Presles," said the valet.
"Well, since 1806, there's seventeen years, and the man ought to have made something at any rate." "True," said the valet, nodding.