The count is not satisfied with my services, and as I am not satisfied with his ways, we have dismissed each other, almost with fisticuffs, for he raged like a whirlwind.

Take care of yourself, Courtecuisse! Ah! my dear fellow, I expected to give you a better master." "I know that," said the keeper, "and I'd have served you well.

Hang it, when friends have known each other for twenty years, you know! You put me here in the days of the poor dear sainted Madame.

Ah, what a good woman she was! none like her now! The place has lost a mother." "Look here, Courtecuisse, if you are willing, you might help us to a fine stroke." "Then you are going to stay here?
I heard you were off to Paris." "No; I shall wait to see how things turn out; meantime I shall do business at Ville-aux-Fayes.

The general doesn't know what he is dealing with in these parts; he'll make himself hated, don't you see?
I shall wait for what turns up.