They were flattered to see a man who sprang from their own ranks holding a position of honour.

Chatillon was good-looking and fortune favoured him.

He was not over-addicted to thought.

No event ever disturbed his serene outlook.
The Reverend Father Agaric, surrendering to M.Bigourd's reasons and recognising that the existing government could only be destroyed by one of its defenders, cast his eyes upon Emiral Chatillon.

He asked a large sum of money from his friend, the Reverend Father Cornemuse, which the latter handed him with a sigh.