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The play was given in that great yellow saloon, opening off from the grand staircase, where Molière first gave Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme, and where Lulli jumped from the stage into the orchestra to amuse Louis le Grand when he was bored with Pourceaugnac. Monsieur Voltaire was, I am sure, much harder to please than Louis le Grand, and Madame du Châtelet was harder to please than Monsieur Voltaire.
He is in despair at not being able to make his games of whist count for mute adoration of my charms." "Hush, my darling!" cried Madame Latournelle, "here he comes." "Old Althor is in despair," said Gobenheim to Monsieur Mignon as he entered. "Why?" asked the count. "Vilquin is going to fail; and the Bourse thinks you are worth several millions. What ill-luck for his son!"
Another gentleman stood by, laughing, and keeping guard in the walk that led to the more frequented part of the gardens. 'Hold! thundered Berenger. The assailant had just mastered the poor girl's hand, but she took advantage of his surprise to wrench it away and gather herself up as for a spring, but the Abbe in dismay, the attendant in anger, cried out, 'Stay it is Monsieur.
"Madame," said Madeleine, "monsieur has just come in from Court; but he looks so upset, and is in such a state, that I think perhaps it would be well for you to go to his room." "Did he say anything?" asked Madame Camusot. "No, madame; but we never have seen monsieur look like that; he looks as if he were going to be ill, his face is yellow he seems all to pieces "
And I went on: "I ask because I recognised one the leader." "Ah, monsieur, I feared to mention his name. He is a great noble, and he he but I cannot tell you." And she stopped, with a little shiver. "You need not, madame. He is Simon, Vidame d'Orrain." "Yes," she said, and our talk stopped.
But time was passing away; night came on; the street noises ceased; my uncle, bending over his task, noticed nothing, not even Martha half opening the door; he heard not a sound, not even that excellent woman saying: "Will not monsieur take any supper to-night?" And poor Martha had to go away unanswered.
"Well, I was married at last; and Monsieur de Frontignac is a good brave man, although he seemed to me very old and sober; but he was always kind to me, and gave me nobody knows how many sets of jewelry, and let me do everything I wanted to, and so I liked him very much; but I thought there was no danger I should love him, or anybody else, better than God.
If you are ruined, monsieur, look at the affair manfully, for you too, mordioux! belong to posterity, and have no right to lessen yourself in any way.
Ah! madam, cried he, I see the audacity of the count dwells too much upon your thoughts, and tremble to relate the business on which I came, and which it is yet necessary you should know. You mistake me, monsieur, replied she; a common foe of virtue, such as the count, is incapable of taking up my thoughts one moment; it is only those I love can give me real pain.
"I do not want your life. Only, depart this house straightway, and take your bravoes with you. They will have no other opportunity to-night. And, mark you, sir, no further meeting with the Gypsy now, nor hereafter." He bowed low. "Monsieur is pleased to be generous," he sneered. But I gave him my back and, removing my mask, went over to my friends.
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