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Early this morning went out shooting with Octave de Mussidan . We were accompanied by Ludovic , a groom , and by a young man named Montlouis , whom Octave intends one day to make his steward . It was a splendid day , and by twelve o'clock I had killed a leash of hares . Octave was in excellent spirits , and by one o'clock we were in a thick cover not far from Bevron . I and Ludovic were a few yards in front of the others , when angry voices behind attracted our attention . Octave and Montlouis were arguing violently , and all at once the Count struck his future steward a violent blow . In another moment Montlouis came up to me .