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"Madame," began Gaston, in great confusion, but Jacques Haret was not a whit confused and took the words out of Gaston's mouth: "From the wardrobe of Gaston Cheverny just half an hour ago." Madame Riano looked a trifle abashed, but rallied when Jacques Haret said impudently, taking out meanwhile a snuff-box of Gaston's, "And I put on all my finer feelings with these clothes.
So, I referred him to Count Saxe for information; and even Jacques Haret dared not bell the Saxe cat. I turned to go to the inn where Count Saxe and his party were lodged, and Jacques Haret accompanied me, as if I had invited him. When we reached the inn, it was near supper time, and leaving him very unceremoniously, I went to Count Saxe.
He thought that a sight of his beauty was enough to accomplish his object. We had much diversion out of him, Jacques Haret and the two Chevernys slyly putting him up to many follies. Our days and evenings, however, were in general spent together without other guests, and naturally there was a bond amongst us.
Jacques Haret mustered the children on the stage, gave them such directions as were necessary, and then the sound of voices and laughter was heard, the door opened, and in came the Grand Prieur and his company of guests. There were thirty or forty of them, all gentlemen of the first quality, wearing their swords, and many of them showed their wine.
He took the pen from Jacques Haret's hand, and as clearly and steadily as ever I wrote for Count Saxe, Gaston Cheverny drew a line across the map with his right hand. "I should not be surprised, Gaston, if you entirely recovered the use of your right hand and arm," said Jacques Haret, fixing a penetrating look upon Gaston Cheverny.
I thought Francezka would rather not see me after the painful episode in the garden. And I made not the slightest doubt that the money for the supper and a couple of crowns thrown in would buy Jacques Haret off, as I had said, from supping with all the kings in Christendom. I could but suspect that a coldness had arisen between Francezka and Gaston over Jacques Haret.
The king was getting tired of being virtuous, Jacques told us, and now the cardinal was out of the way, we might look for some gay doings. Mademoiselle Lecouvreur was winning all hearts as ever at the Comédie Française, but her health was visibly breaking. My master questioned him closely on this point and found, as usual, Jacques Haret knew what he was talking about.
I said, however, coldly enough: "Perhaps you have forgotten that old Peter shared his wages with that villain of a Jacques Haret his wages, think of that! And in his own poor house sheltered the fellow. I must say that seldom if ever in my life have I known such treachery as Jacques Haret's."
Old Peter, you must know, was a retainer of my family, and served with my father under Marshal Villars, and that is how, my estate being gone bought by Regnard Cheverny, brother of Gaston and Peter coming to Paris, he took service with Peggy Kirkpatrick. He had known the Capello family in Brabant." Jacques Haret commonly told the truth about these things and so I knew it to be true.
Jacques Haret, seeing his advantage, assumed a patronizing tone to Monsieur Voltaire and said: "I have always admired your plays and verses very much, Monsieur Voltaire, and your rise in the world has been as remarkable as my fall; but you were born luckier than I you had no estate to lose.
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