Marthe let them look at the gun, to the tune of Couraut's bark; she was so convinced that her husband was meditating some evil deed that she was thankful for the curiosity of the strangers.
Michu flung a look at his wife which made her tremble; he took the gun and began to load it, accepting quietly the fatal ill-luck of this encounter and the discovery of the weapon.

He seemed no longer to care for life, and his wife fathomed his inward feeling.
"So you have wolves in these parts ?" said the young man, watching him.
"There are always wolves where there are sheep.

You are in Champagne, and there's a forest; we have wild-boars, large and small game both, a little of everything," replied Michu, in a truculent manner.
"I'll bet, Corentin," said the elder of the two men, after exchanging a glance with his companion, "that this is my friend Michu--" "We never kept pigs together that I know of," said the bailiff.
"No, but we both presided over Jacobins, citizen," replied the old cynic,--"you at Arcis, I elsewhere.

I see you've kept your Carmagnole civility, but it's no longer in fashion, my good fellow." "The park strikes me as rather large; we might lose our way.

If you are really the bailiff show us the path to the chateau," said Corentin, in a peremptory tone.
Michu whistled to his son and continued to load his gun.