Poor Master!" Of all the events attending the invasion, the most unbelievable for this poor woman was seeing her employer take refuge in her cottage.
"What is ever going to become of us!" she groaned.
Her husband was in constant demand by the invaders.

His Excellency's assistants, installed in the basement apartments of the castle were incessantly calling him to tell them the whereabouts of things which they could not find.

From every trip, he would return humiliated, his eyes filled with tears.

On his forehead was the black and blue mark of a blow, and his jacket was badly torn.

These were souvenirs of a futile attempt at opposition, during his master's absence, to the German plundering of stables and castle rooms.
The millionaire felt himself linked by misfortune to these people, considered until then with indifference.