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I left her full of hope, and resolved to follow her advice and hers only in the troublesome affair in which I was involved. The Bishop of Montrouge whom she was going to address on an important matter, the nature of which was well known to me, was the Abbe de Voisenon, who was thus named because he often went there. Montrouge is an estate near Paris, belonging to the Duc de la Valiere.
Madame Valière ignored the suggestion. "But why should a grey wig cost more than any other?" The coiffeur shrugged his shoulders. "Since there are less grey hairs in the world " "Comment!" repeated Madame Valière, in amazement. "It stands to reason," said the coiffeur. "Since most persons do not live to be old or only live to be bald."
The diagnosis of the disease of which the queen died displays the popular pathological lore of those times. Madame says: "She died of an abscess on the arm, for which Fagon bled her. The humor entered and fell on the heart: he then gave her an emetic to remove the humor, and this suffocated her." La Valière, according to Madame Charlotte, was the only woman who ever really loved the king.
Merely to mention the grey wig had been a vent for all this morbid brooding; to abuse Madame la Propriétaire into the bargain was to pass from the long isolation into a subtle sympathy. "I wonder if she did say one franc fifty," observed Madame Valière, reflectively. "Without doubt," Madame Dépine replied viciously. "And fifty centimes a day soon mount up to a grey wig."
Met Captain Ferrers; who tells us that the King of France is well again, and that he saw him train his Guards, all brave men, at Paris; and that when he goes to his mistress, Madame La Valiere, a pretty little woman, now with child by him, he goes publicly, and his trumpets and kettle-drums with him; and yet he says that, for all this, the Queene do not know of it, for that nobody dares to tell her; but that I dare not believe.
"You are very good to be so patient," said Madame Valière, with a sob in her voice. Madame Dépine shot her a dignified glance. "We will discuss our affairs at home. Here it only remains to say whether you are satisfied with the fit." Madame Valière patted the wig, as much in approbation as in adjustment. "But it fits me to a miracle!"
She fled down the stairs, into the bureau. "Madame Valière is not returned?" she cried. Madame la Propriétaire shook her head. "And she has not written?" "No letter in her writing has come for anybody." "O mon Dieu! She has been murdered. She would go alone by night." "She owes me three weeks' rent," grimly returned Madame la Propriétaire. "What do you insinuate?" Madame Dépine's eyes flared.
To see her standing before the mirror in the salon!" "The beautiful spectacle!" assented Madame Valière. "Ah! but I don't forget if she does that her mother wheeled a fruit-barrow through the streets of Tonnerre!" "Ah! yes, I knew you were from Tonnerre dear Tonnerre!" "How did you know?" "Naturally, Madame la Propriétaire." "The old gossip!" cried Madame Dépine "though not so old as she feigns.
The coiffeur was at his door, sunning his aproned stomach, and twisting his moustache as if it were a customer's. Emotion overcame Madame Dépine at the sight of him. She pushed Madame Valière into the tobacconist's instead. "I have need of a stamp," she explained, and demanded one for five centimes. She leaned over the counter babbling aimlessly to the proprietor, postponing the great moment.
As the remonstrances of mademoiselle Charlotta had all the effect she intended them for on Horatio, he so well commanding himself that no person in the world, except the baron de la Valiere, who was absent, had the least intimation of his passion, they might probably have lived a long time together in the contentment they now enjoyed, had not an accident, of which neither of them could have any notion, put a stop to it.
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