“‘Nothing: I should spoil my dinner. Well! young man,’ continued Kersent, addressing himself to Movillez, ‘so we are getting on in the world, conquering a position, becoming a lion of the very first water. The _Journal des Chasses_ talks of nothing but your exploits at the Rambouillet hunt.’ “‘How so?’ cried Movillez, greatly surprised. “‘Yes, in the account of the day’s sport it cites the elegant, the courageous, the dauntless Movillez as first in at the death. Two pages about you, neither more nor less, in the style of the passage of the Rhine by defunct Boileau.’ “‘I did not deserve such praise. Henceforward, I will take the paper.’ “‘You cannot do less.’ “‘Read the article twice,’ said D’Havrecourt, who had listened attentively to Kersent’s words. ‘You know me for a man of peaceable temper and disposition, an enemy, both by nature and habit, of all violence. Well, I read that article to-day, and it seemed to me that under the form of praise it concealed a tendency to satire. I hesitated to tell you of it, but since another has started the hare, you shall have my candid opinion on the subject. We must not allow the press to take liberties with us; a man of the world should be extremely severe with those who dare to turn his private life into ridicule. Read the article attentively, and if you are of opinion the affair should be followed up, which in my conscience I think it ought to be, why, then,’ concluded the Major martially, ‘you may reckon on my services.’ “‘_Parbleu!_ D’Havrecourt,’ cried Kersent gaily, ‘you won’t succeed in setting us by the ears.’ “‘What! the article is yours?’ exclaimed the two diners.