The Count's Millions

"A mere nothing. Think, there are eighteen of us to serve only two persons, the count and Mademoiselle Marguerite. But then there is never any pleasure, never any amusement here." "What! is one bored then?" "Bored to death. This grand house is worse than a tomb. No receptions, no dinners-nothing. Would you believe it, I have never seen the reception-rooms! They are always closed; and the furniture is dropping to pieces under its coverings. There are not three visitors in the course of a month." She was evidently incensed, and the new footman seemed to share her indignation.