Up came a glittering official, and turned him out; he was not her heir.

Perrin, the notary, was.

He had bought the inheritance of her two sons, long since dead.
Dard had not only looked on the cottage and cow, as his, but had spoken of them as such for years.

The disappointment and the irony of comrades ate into him.
"I will leave this cursed place," said he.
Josephine instantly sent for him to Beaurepaire.

He came, and was factotum with the novelty of a fixed salary.