That's enough.

Now if you feel hot after this affair take some wine, I offer it to you; and you may come in and see that my old mother's bundle of fagots hadn't a scrap of live wood in it; it is every bit brushwood." "Scoundrel!" said the keeper to the sheriff, in a low voice, more enraged by this speech than by the smart of his eyes.
Just then Charles, the groom, appeared at the gate of the Grand-I-Vert.
"What is the matter, Vatel ?" he said.
"Ah!" said the keeper, wiping his eyes, which he had plunged wide open into the rivulet to give them a final cleansing.

"I have some debtors in there that I'll cause to rue the day they saw the light." "If you take it that way, Monsieur Vatel," said Tonsard, coldly, "you will find we don't want for courage in Burgundy." Vatel departed.

Not feeling much curiosity to know what the trouble was, Charles went up the steps and looked into the house.
"Come to the chateau, you and your otter,--if you really have one," he said to Pere Fourchon.
The old man rose hurriedly and followed him.
"Well, where is it,--that otter of yours ?" said Charles, smiling doubtfully.
"This way," said the old fellow, going toward the Thune.
The name is that of a brook formed by the overflow of the mill-race and of certain springs in the park of Les Aigues.

It runs by the side of the county road as far as the lakelet of Soulanges, which it crosses, and then falls into the Avonne, after feeding the mills and ponds on the Soulanges estate.
"Here it is; I hid it in the brook, with a stone around its neck." As he stooped and rose again the old man missed the coin out of his pocket, where metal was so uncommon that he was likely to notice its presence or its absence immediately.
"Ah, the sharks!" he cried.