"Right; we have had news of three or four of those gentlemen being in the forest, and, as there are a couple of them in Choron's preserve, I sent him orders to-day to have them unearthed to-night, warning him that we shall be at his house by seven o'clock to-morrow morning."
"He is still at Maison-Neuve?"
"Yes."
"How has poor Choron got on? Does he still kill boars with bayonet thrusts."
"Oh! the boars are completely exterminated, I do not think a single one is left in the forest. He took an account of them all."
"Did their death comfort him?"
"Good gracious, no! as you will see; the poor devil is sadder and gloomier than ever: he is quite an altered man. I secured a pension for Berthelin's widow; but nothing can cure him of his grief, he is struck to the heart. Moreover, he has grown more and more jealous."
"As unjustifiably as ever?"
"The poor little wife is an angel!"
"Ah! then it is a monomania! But he is still' one of your best keepers, is he not?"