A sumptuous man was the Farmer-General. Thirty horses stood in his stables, twenty-four male domestics sat in his halls, six body-women waited on his wife. As one who pretended to do nothing but plunder and forage where he could, the Farmer-General⁠—howsoever his matrimonial relations conduced to social morality⁠—was at least the greatest reality among the personages who attended at the hotel of Monseigneur that day.