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"Adieu, abbe," said the coadjutor, "I am to preach to-morrow and have twenty texts to examine this evening." "Adieu, gentlemen," said the count; "I am going to sleep twenty-four hours; I am just falling down with fatigue." The three men saluted one another, whilst exchanging a last look. Scarron followed their movements with a glance from the corner of his eye.
It happened one evening that, talking with Racine upon the theatre, the King asked why comedy was so much out of fashion. Racine gave several reasons, and concluded by naming the principal, namely, that for want of new pieces the comedians gave old ones, and, amongst others, those of Scarron, which were worth nothing, and which found no favour with anybody.
It was this that caused Madame Cornuel to remark, "The pulpit is in want of comedians; they work wonders there!" The King Alters His Opinion about Madame Scarron. He Wants Her to Assume Another Name. He Gives Her the Maintenon Estates. She and Madame de Montespan Visit These. A Strange Story.
This last had been one of the friends of Madame de Maintenon when she was Madame Scarron. Montchevreuil was a very honest man, modest, brave, but thick-headed. His wife was a tall creature, meagre, and yellow, who laughed sillily, and showed long and ugly teeth; who was extremely devout, of a compassed mien, and who only wanted a broomstick to be a perfect witch.
"You did not love this Scarron, then?" he persisted. "He was old, I have heard, and as lame as some of his verses." "Do not speak lightly of him, sire. I was grateful to him; I honoured him; I liked him." "But you did not love him." "Why should you seek to read the secrets of a woman's heart?" "You did not love him, Francoise?" "At least I did my duty towards him."
MR. CAXTON. "You would say that, as Scarron called his work of fiction 'The Comic Novel, so Pisistratus might have called his 'The Serious Novel, or 'The Tragic Novel. But, Squills, that title would not have been inviting nor appropriate, and would have been exposed to comparison with Scarron, who being dead is inimitable.
"Being about to acquire supreme power as a sovereign, she intends, by some grand marriage, to keep me there, and then appoint me her lady-in-waiting." "And you submit without a murmur to such appalling exile?" I said to Madame Scarron. "Is such a pretty, charming person as yourself fitted for a Court of that kind, and for such an odd sort of climate?"
The Abbe Scarron. There was once in the Rue des Tournelles a house known by all the sedan chairmen and footmen of Paris, and yet, nevertheless, this house was neither that of a great lord nor of a rich man. There was neither dining, nor playing at cards, nor dancing in that house. Nevertheless, it was the rendezvous of the great world and all Paris went there.
"The king is about to marry Madame de Maintenon." "The gouvernante! The widow Scarron! It is impossible!" "It is certain." "To marry? Did you say to marry?" "Yes, he will marry her." The woman flung out her hands in a gesture of contempt, and laughed loud and bitterly. "You are easily frightened, brother," said she. "Ah, you do not know your little sister.
The pension of two thousand francs, granted three years before her death by the Queen-mother, was renewed. Madame Scarron had the honour of making her courtesy to the King, who thought her handsome, but grave in demeanour, and in a loud, clear voice, he said to her, "Madame, I kept you waiting; I was jealous of your friends."
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