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tepped past him into the hall. "What do you say?" the butler shouted, foaming at the mouth and trying to seize Germain, who foiled him by drawing his sword. "Jacques! Jovite! Constant! 'Lexandre! here; put a _canaille_ pig out who defies me!" The door of an adjoining chamber opened, showing a table covered with glasses and bottles of choice wines, and three or four footmen in disordered liveries rushed out with some of the bottles and glasses in their hands. At the sight of Germain's face one after another stood stock still and fell upon his knees. The butler swore savagely. He saw what had happened. "Who is this man?" asked Germain severely of the footmen. "Cliquet, the butler, Monsieur," stammered Constant, the oldest. "He was not here when your lordship was." "Take him out of the gates," replied the new master, "and send for my intendant." Not long after Master Populus entered his presence, bowing and scraping, with a dozen smiles at once on his face. "So you are the intendant?" said Germain. "I have the honour, Monsieur le Chevalier--the greatest honour in seven parishes, Monsieur." "Be good enough to pardon me--you have no honour at all, sir.' "How? what?" gasped Populus. "None whatever. You are a rascal; but as long as I can make you behave yourself you shall remain intendant. You misrepresent my rent-rolls." "Not at all----" "Listen to me. You bargain away my dues with my _censitaires_." "Nev----" "You permit my butlers to drink out of my wine cellars. I warrant you have the pick of them at your own table." The Attorney did not know whether he was standing on his head or his heels, for the hit was correct. "Finally," Germain went on deliberately, "you 'hold the keys of heaven and earth in Grelot,' and snap your fingers at 'this new young fool of a Seigneur who is away all the time at Versailles.'" Master Populus seemed powerless to move or speak as he stood fiery-faced in the middle of the floor, looking despairingly at Germain, who was seated, very coolly glancing him over. "Well, Master Populus, what do you think?" he proceeded, smiling, after, pausing a moment. "Do you wish to continue the holding of the keys of heaven and earth? If so you must do it on _my_ terms. And _my_ terms are these--no more lying, no more false accounts, no more stealing from my poor, no more liberties taken with the property and people in your charge. Do you agree?" The boldness of the o
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