Whereas, if you serve me faithfully and contrive to stop these depredations, I'll give you an annuity of three hundred francs for life.

You can think it over.
Here are six ways," continued the count, pointing to the branching roads; "there's only one for you to take,--as for me also, who am not afraid of balls; try and find the right one." Courtecuisse, a small man about forty-six years of age, with a full-moon face, found his greatest happiness in doing nothing.

He expected to live and die in that pavilion, now considered by him _his_ pavilion.

His two cows were pastured in the forest, from which he got his wood; and he spent his time in looking after his garden instead of after the delinquents.

Such neglect of duty suited Gaubertin, and Courtecuisse knew it did.