M. Lachenel came in, carrying a riding-whip, with which he struck his right boot in an irritable manner.

“Good morning, M. Lachenel,” said Richard, somewhat impressed. “To what do we owe the honor of your visit?”

“ Mr. Manager, I have come to ask you to get rid of the whole stable.”

“What, you want to get rid of our horses?”

“I’m not talking of the horses, but of the stablemen.”

“How many stablemen have you, M. Lachenel?”

“Six.”