If he had been bullied and browbeaten, here, at least, was one upon whom he, in his turn, might taste the joys of bullying and browbeating.
"You lazy, miserable calf," he stormed, "I might be better served by a wooden image.

Go! It seems I must rely upon myself.

It is always so.
Wait!" he thundered; for the secretary, only too glad to obey his last order, had already reached the door.

"Tell Anselme to bid the Captain attend me here at once." Babylas's bowed and went his errand.
A certain amount of his ill-humour vented, Tressan made an effort to regain his self-control.

He passed his handkerchief for the last time over face and head, and resumed his wig.
When d'Aubran entered, the Seneschal was composed and in his wonted habit of ponderous dignity.