"So it looks as though we will have a tussle with Lord Charny?"
"It is likely, friend Ange."
"What a queer thing it is, neighbors clapper-clawing!"
"Yes—what is called civil war, Pitou; but you are not obliged to fight unless you like."
"Excuse me, farmer, but it suits me from the time when it is to your taste."
"But I should even like it better if you did not fight."
"Why did you send for me, Master Billet?"
"I sent for you to give you this paper," replied Billet, with his face clouding.
"What is this all about?"
"It is the draft of my will."