broth and coarse bread, instead of trying wearily to swallow the game and sauces of his clever cook!
He told these thoughts to the good old curé, and the curé sighed and stroked his thin little hand, and told him that it was not right to be discontented
"But how can I help it?" asked poor Bertrand. "I should be less unhappy if I might have the village boys come here to see me, for then at least I could make them tell me about what they do, and that would be amusing; but they are not allowed to come inside the grounds!"
"M. le Marquis desires that, you know, my son."
"And I want to know why?" demanded Bertrand rebelliously.
"Because the village boys are not suitable companions for the heir of Château Montarbre. They are rough, ignorant, and unpolished; they say rude words; they do not use correct grammar, and
