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Loret, Muse Historique, liv. i., p. 28, Letter 10. It will be seen from these details, that already the manners and customs of the great world reflected the licence of the civil wars, and that they no longer resembled those of which the Hôtel de Rambouillet still presented a purer model.
"Take the gown away from the procureur-general," said Conrart, "and we have M. Fouquet left us still, of whom we have no reason to complain; but, as he is no procureur-general without his gown, we agree with M. de la Fontaine and pronounce the gown to be nothing but a bugbear." "Fugiunt risus leporesque," said Loret. "The smiles and the graces," said some one present.
"I see," said Aramis, with a most engaging smile, "it is written that our dear D'Artagnan shall know all our secrets this evening. Yes, friend, you have surely heard speak of M. Fouquet's Epicureans, have you not?" "Undoubtedly. Is it not a kind of poetical society, of which La Fontaine, Loret, Pelisson, and Moliere are members, and which holds its sittings at Saint-Mande?" "Exactly so.
"Without counting," said Moliere, "that the second verse, 'king of all kings round, is very weak, my dear La Fontaine." "Then you see clearly I am nothing but a poor creature, a shuffler, as you said." "I never said so." "Then, as Loret said." "And it was not Loret either; it was Pelisson." "Well, Pelisson was right a hundred times over.
"There is no question of the gown at all," retorted Pelisson, annoyed at the laughter of those who were present. "On the contrary, it is the gown," said Loret.
"Ah! that is what Pelisson is doing, then? I'faith, my dear Moliere, you are indeed often right." "When?" "When you call me absent-minded. It is a monstrous defect; I will cure myself of it, and do your prologue for you." "But inasmuch as Pelisson is about it! "Ah, true, miserable rascal that I am! Loret was indeed right in saying I was a poor creature." "It was not Loret who said so, my friend."
This remark was received with a general laugh, which made La Fontaine blush. "I beg your pardon," he said, "I had not forgotten it; oh, no! only " "Only you remembered nothing about it," replied Loret. "That is the truth, and the fact is, he is quite right, there is a great difference between forgetting and not remembering."
The poet escaped unpunished. His affront gave Colbert the chance for a mot, an opportunity which Frenchmen seldom throw away. When the injurious verses were reported to the Minister, he asked, "Is there anything in them offensive to the King?" "No." "Then there can be nothing in them offensive to me." Loret, of the Gazette, was not so lucky.
"That's Madame Loret, over there; she's giving her son a fine education; that's Madame Hutin, a poor little woman who's dreadfully neglected by her husband; that's Mademoiselle Cecile, the butcher's daughter, a girl that no one will marry because she's scrofulous."
But Sir Morgadour was not to be baffled, so he went to Sir Guy and said: "Behold how little trust is to be placed in a king! Here is the Emperor Ernis mad wroth to hear you were alone with the Princess Loret, and swears he will have your life."
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