abstract：`Itisyou,Monseigneur!Monseigneur,apetition.'Withanexclamationofimpatience,butwithhisUn+changeablefac

`It is you, Monseigneur! Monseigneur, a petition.'

With an exclamation of impatience, but with his Un+changeable face, Monseigneur looked out.

`How, then! What is it? Always petitions!'

`Monseigneur. For the love of the great God! My husband, the forester.'

`What of your husband, the forester? Always the same with you people. He cannot pay something?'

`He has paid all, Monseigneur. He is dead.'

`Well! He is quiet. Can I restore him to you?'

`Alas, no, Monseigneur! But he lies yonder, under a little heap of poor grass.'