In doing so he committed a capital blunder,--one that would have ruined the whole life of a man of less wealth and less consistency than himself, and from which came the evils, both small and great, with which the present history teems.

Brought up in the imperial school, accustomed to deal with men as a dictator, and full of contempt for "civilians," Montcornet did not trouble himself to wear gloves when it came to putting a rascal of a land-steward out of doors.

Civil life and its precautions were things unknown to the soldier already embittered by his loss of rank.

He humiliated Gaubertin ruthlessly, though the latter drew the harsh treatment upon himself by a cynical reply which roused Montcornet's anger.
"You are living off my land," said the general, with jesting severity.
"Do you think I can live off the sky ?" returned Gaubertin, with a sneer.
"Out of my sight, blackguard! I dismiss you!" cried the general, striking him with his whip,--blows which the steward always denied having received, for they were given behind closed doors.
"I shall not go without my release in full," said Gaubertin, coldly, keeping at a distance from the enraged soldier.
"We will see what is thought of you in a police court," replied Montcornet, shrugging his shoulders.
Hearing the threat, Gaubertin looked at the general and smiled.

The smile had the effect of relaxing Montcornet's arms as though the sinews had been cut.