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Updated: June 13, 2025
She then married the innocent young girl to the Marquis de Caylus, a debauched, worthless reprobate—a union whose only merit lay in the fact that her niece could thus remain near her at court. At the latter place, her beauty, gayety, and caustic wit, her adaptable and somewhat superficial character and her freedom of manners and speech, did not fail to attract many admirers.
None of Watteau's contemporaries fathomed the meaning of his art: not Count de Caylus, not his successors, who all recognised the masterly draughtsman, the marvellous colourist, the composer of pastoral ballets, of matchless fêtes galantes, of conversations, of miniatures depicting camp life, and fanciful decorations in the true style of his times.
The eccentric Count de Caylus, when on his death-bed, was visited by some near relations and a pious Bishop, who hoped that under such trying circumstances he would manifest some concern respecting those 'spiritual' blessings which, while in health, he had uniformly treated with contempt.
"He comes of a gallant stock," said a third. "I remember his father at Austerlitz literally cut to pieces at the head of his squadron." "You are speaking of de Caylus," said Dalrymple. "What news of him from Algiers?"
Mme. de Sévigné, Mme. de La Fayette, Mme. Dacier, Mme. de Caylus
"Madame, here, as in the moat of Caylus Castle; here, as by the picture in your palace, I am wholly in your service." Gonzague turned to the king with an appealing gesture. "I implore your majesty to let no one leave this place. If Monsieur de Lagardere is desirous of darkness and mystery, I ask only for light and truth."
The Duchesse du Maine and her clever companion, Mlle. de Launay were often among the guests; also the beautiful and brilliant Mme. de Caylus, a niece of Mme. de Maintenon, whom some poetical critic has styled "the last flower of the seventeenth century."
So I stood patiently enough and awkwardly enough too, I daresay by the door while they talked on in subdued tones. Nevertheless, I felt heartily glad when at length, the discussion ending Madame came back to me. I offered her my arm to help her over the wooden foot of the side gate. She laid her hand on it, but she stood still. "M. de Caylus," she said; and at that stopped.
Also Caylus the wit, Caylus the friend of Peter the Great, by duty and by devotion a religieuse, but by thought and training a gay woman of the world all these butterflies of the bubble house of Paris came swimming in as by right upon this exotic air. And all of these, as they advanced into the room, paused as they met, coming from the head of the apartment, the imposing figure of their host.
Passepoil, who was always interested in affairs of the heart, put in his word. "Why doesn't he marry her?" Æsop was ready to explain that matter also: "Because Gabrielle de Caylus is already secretly married to Louis de Nevers.
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