human
Know, sir, continued Populus,
gpt
I don't understand anything about all that.
human
My dear Monsieur Pioche, that does not matter in the slightest. It is the best of reasons why you should appoint me your representative.
gpt
I do not understand,
human
Master Populus continued,
gpt
No, twenty-seven.
human
Well, say twenty-seven. Now I am the intendant of this new young fool of a Seigneur, who is away all the time at Versailles. I have the sole control. Let us strike a bargain. Give me your vote and I will quietly let you off ten livres of rental. If I wish, I can find some reason for reporting you at seventeen.
gpt
Don't do it, Pioche, cried a one-eyed cobbler.
human
Notary Mule offers to abolish all these Seigneur's rights if we elect _him_ to the States-General.
gpt
Shut up, you tan-smelling bow-legs! the enraged Populus retorted at a shout.
human
Who is this Mule, that he should represent the majesty of the bailiwick of Grelot? A cur whose very name is enough to relegate him to limbo; whose deeds are atrocities in ink, whose----
gpt
Nevertheless he is going to lift our dues. Master Mule is the people's man,
human
What, Mule! cried Populus with still greater scorn.
gpt
Where has he the power? Am I not the intendant? Is it not I who alone control the dues in my own person? Yes, gentlemen, who will deny that I hold, so to speak, the keys of heaven and earth in Grelot, and whom I bind shall be bound and whom I loose shall be loosed, notwithstanding the impotent cajolery of all the long-eared Mules in the kingdom?
human
What, you clapper-jawed thief, a voice thundered from behind,
gpt
No dues!
human
Notary, give us bread! grew at length so great that the innkeeper rushed out exclaiming,
gpt
Peace, Messieurs, peace. I have a gentleman from Paris sleeping upstairs. See, there is the baker's shop just open.