So it is to be war, is it?
Very good, then we shall make war.

That doesn't frighten me," said Montcornet, rubbing his hands.
"A war of francs," said Sibilet; "and you may find that more difficult than the other kind; men can be killed but you can't kill self-interest.
You will fight your enemy on the battle-field where all landlords are compelled to fight,--I mean cash results.

It is not enough to produce, you must sell; and in order to sell, you must be on good terms with everybody." "I shall have the country people on my side." "By what means ?" "By doing good among them." "Doing good to the valley peasants! to the petty shopkeepers of Soulanges!" exclaimed Sibilet, squinting horribly, by reason of the irony which flamed brighter in one eye than in the other.

"Monsieur le comte doesn't know what he undertakes.

Our Lord Jesus Christ would die again upon the cross in this valley! If you wish an easy life, follow the example of the late Mademoiselle Laguerre; let yourself be robbed, or else make people afraid of you.