de Soulanges and de Ronquerolles) are not devastated.

The dead wood is gathered up, but that is all--" "That rascal Gaubertin has lost no time!" cried the general.
"He is a bold man," said Sibilet.

"He really is, as he calls himself, the steward of the best half of the department, instead of being merely the steward of Les Aigues.

He makes a little out of everybody, and that little on every two millions brings him in forty to fifty thousand francs a year.

He says himself, 'The fires on the Parisian hearths pay it all.' He is your enemy, Monsieur le comte.