Part 7 (1/2)
”Sire, how can I be hen there is trouble in my fa to me
”I am insulted, hooted: they say that I have the races of your majesty”
”Ah, tell the me on the forehead; ”you are the woman of my heart, and she whom I would fain load with honors”
”Your reat condescension [ht not spoil the explanation], but yet you are the cause of the insolences which I am subjected to from the vile crew”
”What is the matter with you to-day? In truth you are a perfect little devil”
”I wish I were, that Iof France to avengehis i and handsoive an air of anger I saw my success, and added,
”Yes, sire, it is insupportable for me to think that I am supposed not to possess your friendshi+p, and that I only play the part of a tery if I complain of you to your royal self”
”Well, well, you madcap, what must I do? Whoust support I fear no person; nothing but appearances”
”You are an excellent creature; in your place madame de Pompadour would have imprisoned half France”
”That was because she loved revenge better than she loved your majesty As for le fahted at these words, which really came from my heart, embraced me tenderly two or three times, and said,
”I wish your enemies could understand you, for they would soon be at your knees But if we imprison or exile no person, how shall we strike terror into them?”
”It is not terror but envy that I would excite Let me be presented at court, and all my wishes will be satisfied”
”I cannot for the life ofto weary yourself with the cerehters Heaven preserve you frohed ”Did you ever think,” he added, ”of all the vanities, all the interests I have to , and all the opposition ainst ram, and pamphlet will appear in uninterrupted succession You would be first attacked, and hatred will perhaps extend to ain the times when the Damiens, in the name of the parliaments, as one party says, in the name of the Jesuits, as the other party says, and, what issuddenly paused; a deep shade of melancholy settled on his features, his noble head dropped on his bosoth,
”Well,” he exclai to force a smile, ”well! I rite to the ladies de Graive themselves the trouble to re these words I darted towards the door, and went intothereat some tapestry, said to her,
”Mademoiselle, I confide to your care, and by oral lettre de cachet, the most amiable little devil in France And now,further to add, I pray God to take you to His powerful and holy keeping”
After this pleasantry the king, delighted at the gay termination of a somewhat serious scene, went, or rather vanished; for to use a proverbial expression, he ran like a thief
As soon as I was alone with my sister-in-law, I told her all that had passed