She was always squabbling over the straw, the bran or the oats; in spite of her love for animals she thought her horses ate too much.

Accordingly one day when she was settling up she accused the man of robbing her.

At this Charles got in a rage and called her a whore right out; his horses, he said, were distinctly better than she was, for they did not sleep with everybody.
She answered him in the same strain, and the count had to separate them and give the coachman the sack.

This was the beginning of a rebellion among the servants.

When her diamonds had been stolen Victorine and Francois left.