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"I have fifteen hundred thousand francs here, Monsieur Gourville," he replied, striking himself on the chest. "The deuce take this Gascon from Chateau-Thierry!" cried Loret. "It is not the pocket you must tap but the brain," said Fouquet. "Stay a moment, monsieur le surintendant," added La Fontaine; "you are not procureur-general you are a poet."
But by-and-by the Princess entered, and Sir Morgadour after greeting her took his leave quickly and came to the Emperor Ernis, telling him how Sir Guy was alone in the chamber with his daughter. Ernis, however, paid little heed to the tale, for he said: "Well, and what of it? Loret is his promised bride, and Sir Guy is a good true knight. Away with your tales!"
Aramis here re-entered after a brief disappearance. "Will any one go with me?" he asked. "I am going by Paris, after having passed a quarter of an hour with M. Fouquet. I offer my carriage." "Good," said Moliere, "I accept it. I am in a hurry." "I shall dine here," said Loret. "M. de Gourville has promised me some craw-fish." "He has promised me some whitings. Find a rhyme for that, La Fontaine."
"And now," said D'Artagnan, "that shabby-looking man, who accompanies M. Getard, is he also of the household of M. Fouquet?" "Oh! yes," said Porthos, with contempt; "it is one M. Jupenet, or Juponet, a sort of poet." "Who is come to establish himself here?" "I believe so." "I thought M. Fouquet had poets enough, yonder Scudery, Loret, Pelisson, La Fontaine?
Madame de Sevigné, in every way qualified to play a distinguished part in the exciting game of politics, was so entirely devoted to her husband and children as to be a stranger to all these intrigues; but she was more or less connected with the persons who seconded the Coadjutor's projects, and consequently with the Duchess de Chevreuse. An article in the "Muse Historique" of Loret shows how intimate was the connection of Madame de Sevigné with that Duchess. In the month of July, 1850, on returning from a promenade in the Cours, then the fashionable drive among the highest society, the Marquis and Marchioness de Sevigné gave a splendid supper to the Duchess de Chevreuse. The noisy manner in which the Frondeurs expressed their delight made this nocturnal repast almost assume the character of an orgie; and, for that reason, it became for awhile the talk of the capital. The rhyming gazetteer thus expresses himself on the subject: On fait ici grand' mention D'une belle collation Qu'
I thank you, Vatel, for having understood that at my house M. de la Fontaine, M. Conrart, and M. Loret, are as great as dukes and peers, as great as princes, greater than myself. Vatel, you are a good servant, and I double your salary."
But before departing, "Remember, gentlemen," said he, "we leave to-morrow evening." "In that case, I must give notice at home," said Moliere. "Yes; poor Moliere!" said Loret, smiling; "he loves his home." "'He loves, yes," replied Moliere, with his sad, sweet smile. "'He loves, that does not mean, they love him." "As for me," said La Fontaine, "they love me at Chateau Thierry, I am very sure."
"Alas!" he cried, "Felice the bright and beautiful, my heart misgives me of forgetting thee. None other maid shall ever have my love." Then he fell into a swoon and when he came to himself he pleaded sudden sickness. So the marriage was put off, to the great distress of Ernis and his daughter Loret, and Sir Guy gat him to an Inn.
That is the reason I am making this provision." Fouquet had no more to say; he was convinced. Vatel, on his part, had much more to say, without doubt, and it was plain he was getting warm. "It is just as if you would reproach me, monseigneur, for going to the Rue Planche Milbray, to fetch, myself, the cider M. Loret drinks when he comes to dine at your house."
"Ah, you see," resumed La Fontaine, "the fact is, I left it on the floor in my room, and my cat " "Well, your cat " "She made her nest upon it, which has rather changed its color." Moliere burst out laughing; Pelisson and Loret followed his example. At this juncture, the bishop of Vannes appeared, with a roll of plans and parchments under his arm.
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