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The Regent received the thanks of the Duc d'Humieres with an astonished and heavy air; he who always was so gracious and so polite to everybody, and who so well knew how to express himself, scarcely replied to him! A moment after, M. d'Humieres and I withdrew. We dined with the Duc de Gesvres, who led him to the King to thank his Majesty.
He looked at his guards, who, after being interrogated by the musketeers who had just got among their ranks, began to shun them with a manifestation of innocence. D'Artagnan was certainly less disturbed by all this than M. de Gesvres, the captain of the guards.
How could any one, without being seconded by accomplices, throw a bundle of this weight and volume in the midst of a crowd such as was always present at the supper of the King, so dense that it could with difficulty be passed through? How, in spite of a circle of accomplices, could a movement of the arms necessary for such a throw escape all eyes? The Duc de Gesvres was in waiting.
"And always admitting," observed the Comte de Gesvres, "that it was really he who was wounded by my poor niece."
Another sample: The Cardinal de Gesvres came over to-day to complain to M. le Duc d'Orleans that the Cardinal Dubois had dismissed him in the most filthy terms. On a former occasion, Dubois had treated the Princesse de Montauban in a similar manner, and M. le Duc d'Orleans had replied to her complaints as he now replied to those of the Cardinal de Gesvres.
Here the Comte de Gesvres lived with his daughter Suzanne, a delicate, fair-haired, pretty creature, and his niece Raymonde de Saint-Veran, whom he had taken to live with him two years before, when the simultaneous death of her father and mother left Raymonde an orphan. Life at the chateau was peaceful and regular. A few neighbors paid an occasional visit.
And Beautrelet struck the threshold of the chapel with his stick. "Eh? What?" cried M. Filleul, taken aback. "His tomb? Do you think that that impenetrable hiding-place " "It was here there," he repeated. "But we searched it." "Badly." "There is no hiding-place here," protested M. de Gesvres. "I know the chapel." "Yes, there is, Monsieur le Comte.
One day the Duchesse de Gesvres took it into her head to go to Trianon and partake of this meal; her age, her rarity at Court, her accoutrements, and her face, provoked the Princesses to make fun of her in whispers with their fair visitors. She perceived this, and without being embarrassed, took them up so sharply, that they were silenced, and looked down.
The Duc de Gesvres, Governor of Paris, was in attendance on horseback, at the head of the city troops, and made turns, and reverences, and other ceremonies, imitated from those in use at the consecration of the Roman Emperors. There were, it is true, no incense and no victims: something more in harmony with the title of Christian King was necessary.
Madame de Maintenon and the King. Anecdote of Canaples. Death of the Duc de Coislin. Anecdotes of His Unbearable Politeness. Eccentric Character. President de Novion. Death of M. de Lorges. Death of the Duchesse de Gesvres. The Prince d'Harcourt. His Character and That of His Wife. Odd Court Lady. She Cheats at Play. Scene at Fontainebleau. Crackers at Marly. Snowballing a Princess.
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