And when he does deal a blow, oh, that proves a misfortune!" "How so ?" "Yes, monsieur, we were obliged to renounce the cestus.

He cracked heads; he broke jaws--beat in ribs.

It was charming sport; but nobody was willing to play with him." "Then his wrist--" "Oh, monsieur, firmer than ever.

Monseigneur gets a trifle weaker in his legs,--he confesses that himself; but his strength has all taken refuge in his arms, so that--" "So that he can knock down bullocks, as he used to formerly." "Monsieur, better than that--he beats in walls.

Lately, after having supped with one of our farmers--you know how popular and kind monseigneur is--after supper, as a joke, he struck the wall a blow.