It was all false glitter.

Existence in the country, surrounded by all his family and doing good to the poor was the only sure thing.

And the terrible centaur expressed himself with the idyllic tenderness and firm virtue of seventy-five years, already insensible to temptation.
After his scene with Karl, he had increased the German's salary, trying as usual, to counteract the effects of his violent outbreaks with generosity.

That which he could not forget was his dependent's nobility, constantly making it the subject of new jests.

That glorious boast had brought to his mind the genealogical trees of the illustrious ancestry of his prize cattle.