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Acquet calmed her with the assurance that her lover had acted under the express orders of d'Aché and that everything had been arranged between the two men. As long as her hero was concerned in the affair, Mme. de Combray was happy to take a hand. That evening she reached Falaise, and leaving her daughter in the Rue du Tripot, she asked hospitality from one of her relations, Mme. de Tréprel.
The morning came, and Voltaire still slept even the rolling of the carriages aroused him but for a moment; he wrapped himself up in his warm bed. the soft eider down of his pillow closed over his head and made him invisible. Tripot came lightly upon tiptoe and removed the black coat of the merchant Fromery. Voltaire heard nothing; he slept on.
Acquet was triumphant. She was reduced to living on a modest pension of 2,000 francs, and not able to sell what she had inherited from her father. One evening, when she and Lanoë were alone in the Hôtel de Combray, in the Rue du Tripot at Falaise, one part of which was rented to the collector of taxes, she heard through the wall the chinking of the money, which they were packing into bags.
I forgot to countermand the tailor!" cried Tripot. "That is fortunate!" said Voltaire, calming himself. "God sends this tailor here to put an end to my vexations. This coat is good and handsome, only a little too large the tailor will alter it immediately." "That will be splendid!" said Tripot. "He will take in the seams, and to-morrow enlarge it again." "Not so!" cried Voltaire.
Carte de Member Honoraire. Une soiree. And then there was a line for the honorary member's signature. The raven man dipped a pen in the ink-pot in front of him and handed it to me. "Will you sign, Messieurs?" We executed this formality; he retained the cards, and opening the great door, said: "Entrez, Messieurs!" The door closed behind us. It was simply a tripot, or gambling-den.
Mirabeau, in his “Secret History,” indelibly recorded all the vices of ce noble tripot, Berlin. On this head his famous pamphlet is a picture in violent colours, but true nevertheless. Cynicism there seems merely local colour. “‘Rottenness before Ripeness’—I am very much afraid that must be the motto of Prussian power.... What cannot money do in a house so poor?”
"The coat could not possibly look well; he must cut away the seams." "But then," said Tripot, hesitatingly, "Fromery could never wear his coat again." "Fromery will learn that Voltaire has done him the honor to borrow his coat, and I think that will be a sufficient compensation. Tell the tailor to enter."
"Ah, I understand," said Voltaire, whose countenance became clearer, "You will borrow for me, from your friend, the coat of his master?" "Yes, if your excellency is not offended at my proposal?" "On the contrary, I find the idea capital. Go, Tripot, and borrow the coat of Fromery."
The terrified Lanoë gave her no answer then, but a few days later, when he was driving her back in her cabriolet to Falaise from La Bijude, she returned to the charge, and gave him a piece of yellow wax wrapped up in cotton telling him to go and take an impression of the tax collector's lock as soon as they arrived at the Rue du Tripot.
If I do not go, or if I announce myself sick, they will say I shrink from this ordeal. My enemies will triumph! Tripot, I am obliged to go to the soiree of the queen." "Then the tailor must come to take your measure?" "Fool!" cried Voltaire, stamping furiously. "I have told you I have no gold for such follies. Gather up your small amount of understanding, and think of some other expedient."
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