My husband is a retired officer, with a pension of six hundred francs, and we live at Presles, where your steward has offered us insult after insult, although we are persons of good station.

Monsieur de Reybert, who is not an intriguing man, far from it, is a captain of artillery, retired in 1816, having served twenty years,--always at a distance from the Emperor, Monsieur le comte.

You know of course how difficult it is for soldiers who are not under the eye of their master to obtain promotion,--not counting that the integrity and frankness of Monsieur de Reybert were displeasing to his superiors.

My husband has watched your steward for the last three years, being aware of his dishonesty and intending to have him lose his place.

We are, as you see, quite frank with you.
Moreau has made us his enemies, and we have watched him.