“You, a wood merchant?” said Sibilet. “Well, without looking at matters here, how would it be in Paris? You would have to hire a wood-yard, pay for a license and the taxes, also for the right of navigation, and duties, and the costs of unloading; besides the salary of a trustworthy agent--” “Yes, it is impracticable,” said the general hastily, alarmed at the prospect. “But why can’t I find persons to lease the right of cutting timber as before?” “Monsieur le comte has enemies.” “Who are they?” “Well, in the first place, Monsieur Gaubertin.” “Do you mean the scoundrel whose place you took?” “Not so loud, Monsieur le comte,” said Sibilet, showing fear; “I beg of you, not so loud,--my cook might hear us.” “Do you mean to tell me that I am not to speak on my own estate of a villain who robbed me?” cried the general. “For the sake of your own peace and comfort, come further away, Monsieur le comte. Monsieur Gaubertin is mayor of Ville-aux-Fayes.” “Ha! I congratulate Ville-aux-Fayes. Thunder! what a nobly governed town!--” “Do me the honor to listen, Monsieur le comte, and to believe that I am talking of serious matters which may affect your future life in this place.” “I am listening; let us sit down on this bench here.” “Monsieur le comte, when you dismissed Gaubertin, he had to find some employment, for he was not rich--” “Not rich! when he stole twenty thousand francs a year from this estate?” “Monsieur le comte, I don’t pretend to excuse him,” replied Sibilet. “I want to see Les Aigues prosperous, if it were only to prove Gaubertin’s dishonest; but we ought not to abuse him openly for he is one of the most dangerous scoundrels to be found in all Burgundy, and he is now in a position to injure you.” “In what way?” asked the general, sobering down.