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This remark was so cruel that it met with no reply; it spread through Marly, and thence to Paris; and Madame la Duchesse, who had the art of writing witty songs, made one upon this theme. The Princesse de Conti was in despair, for she had not the same weapon at her disposal. Monsieur tried to reconcile them gave them a dinner at Meudon but they returned from it as they went.
"Well, I believe Marly made that up. He's planning the elopement." "I'm afraid he is. He was sort of queer and didn't answer as straightforwardly as he usually does. Oh, what a silly performance to cut up! Why, they're just a couple of kids!" "I know it. I never was mixed up in a thing like this before." "You're not mixed up in this." "No; not unless I mix in purposely.
The King wished, therefore, the better to mark by this distinction that the exclusion was intended for me alone, and that my wife had no part in it. Notwithstanding this; I persevered in my ordinary assiduity, without ever asking to be invited to Marly, and lived agreeably with my wife and my friends.
I said that I hoped that John Paul would be there shortly. "How fanciful he is! And his conversation, one might think he had acquired the art at Marly or in the Fauxbourg. In truth, he should have been born on the far side of the Channel. And he has the air of the great man," said she, glancing up at ms, covertly. "For my part, I prefer a little more bluntness." I was nettled at the speech.
It was thus that La Valliere was so ill-treated at the instigation of Montespan. He loaded him with proofs of his kindness, and invited him to join in all the excursions to Marly, a decided mark of great favour.
The quaint village of Marly, clustered around its church, stands, however—with the faculty that insignificant things have of remaining unchanged—as it did when the most polished court of Europe rode through it to and from the hunt.
So ridiculous an adventure diverted the Court for several days; for this beautiful Princess was equally feared, hated, and despised. Monseigneur le Duc and Madame la Duchesse de Bourgogne continually played off pranks upon her. They put, one day, crackers all along the avenue of the chateau at Marly, that led to the Perspective where she lodged. She was horribly afraid of everything.
Every now and then a cry of admiration would be uttered at some object in the panorama moving before them, the slopes of Suresnes, the black factories of Saint-Denis with their lofty chimneys, the red- roofed villas of Asnieres, or the heights of Marly dotted with little white houses. "Ah! how pretty it is! How charming!" "Isn't it queer that we have never known anything about all this?
Each succeeding visit became more irksome, and at last, in inexpressible disgust with the weary monotony of fashionable dissipation, she declared that she would never enter the gardens of Marly again. But she must have some occupation. What shall she do to give wings to the lagging hours? "Has your majesty," timidly suggests a lady of the court, "ever seen the sun rise?"
We walked about a mile along the marly shore, on which was a thick carpet of flowering shrubs, enlivened by a great variety of lovely little butterflies, and then entered the forest by a dry watercourse.
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