Around the chateau I see sympathies declining, envy raising its head, and hatreds on the increase.

Set aside in public matters, freed from taxation, the seignior remains isolated and a stranger among his vassals; his extinct authority with his unimpaired privileges form for him an existence apart.

When he emerges from it, it is to forcibly add to the public misery.

From this soil, ruined by the tax-man, he takes a portion of its product, so much it, sheaves of wheat and so many measures of wine.

His pigeons and his game eat up the crops.