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To avoid a conflict he would at this moment have sacrificed half his fortune, but not one particle of his dignity. He knew and respected the old Duc de Marny, a feeble old man now, almost a dotard whose hitherto spotless blason, the young Vicomte, his son, was doing his best to besmirch.
Proud of her blason, where were crossed the arms of the old and of the new nobility, and where she saw, as did the King, a sign, as it were, of reconciliation and peace, she bore it high and firm, and defended it in its new glories, against insulting attacks.
In the evening there was an air of mystery about them all, and, quite unlike her usual custom, Héloise came into my room to chat when I was going to bed. Of course Agnès stayed as long as she could, but no sooner had we got rid of her, than Héloise told me what it was all about. It appears the Baronne has a nephew, who has made a heap of debts; he is a Marquis, and he wants to "redorer le blason."
'J'en offre ici toute mes excuses aux spectateurs intelligents, he says in a note to one of the plays; 'esperons qu'un jour un seigneur venitien pourra dire tout bonnement sans peril son blason sur le theatre. C'est un progres qui viendra. And, though the description of the crest is not couched in accurate language, still the crest itself was accurately right.
An old paltry book, say you, sold by the hawking pedlars and balladmongers, entitled The Blason of Colours. Who made it? Whoever it was, he was wise in that he did not set his name to it. But, besides, I know not what I should rather admire in him, his presumption or his sottishness.
You wo'not put me, sir, together againe. Cou. I wo'not take the paines. Why do you smile now? De. At your conceite to thinke I was a Clock: I am a watch, I never strike. Hee's valiant. Cou. You have pretty colours there; are these your Mistresses? De. If you did know the mistery you would applaud 'em. Have you read Livre de blason? What meane you? Cou. I will bestow 'em, sir, upon some forehorse?
Among the many praises of literature which great men of letters have delivered, there is none, ancient or modern, more perfect than this; some of the sentences have remained ever since the abiding motto and blason of literature itself.
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