Part 16 (1/2)
”'Tis true,” answered D'Artagnan; who said afterwards to hireatly deceive ood windfall to that rascal Moliere, and we shall assuredly see the scene hit off to the life in sohing at?” asked D'Artagnan
”Must I confess? Well, I was laughing over ood fortune”
”Oh, that is true; I don't know a happier man than you But what is this last piece of luck that has befallen you?'
”Well,better”
”It seems that I am the first who has had his measure taken in that manner”
”Are you so sure of it?'
”Nearly so Certain signs of intelligence which passed between Voliere and the other _garcons_ showed me the fact”
”Well, my friend, that does not surprise nan
”Voliere,to leave you to go on saying Voliere; but, as for , does not surprise enious fellow, and inspired you with this grand idea”
”It will be of great use to him by and by, I am sure”
”Won't it be of use to hiree;--for you see my friend Moliere is of all known tailors the man who best clothes our barons, co to their measure”
On this observation, neither the application nor depth of which we shall discuss, D'Artagnan and Porthos quitted M de Percerin's house and rejoined their carriages, wherein ill leave them, in order to look after Moliere and Aramis at Saint-Mande
Chapter VI The Bee-Hive, the Bees, and the Honey
The bishop of Vannes, nan at M
Percerin's, returned to Saint-Mande in no very good huwhere to find his original again, whenever he should desire to convert his sketch into a picture, Moliere arrived in thewas occupied by the most celebrated Epicureans in Paris, and those on the freest footing in the house--every one in his co the honey intended for that royal cake which M Fouquet proposed to offer histhe _fete_ at Vaux Pelisson, his head leaning on his hand, was engaged in drawing out the plan of the prologue to the ”Facheux,” a coe by Poquelin de Moliere, as D'Artagnan called him, or Coquelin de Voliere, as Porthos styled hiazetteer,--the gazetteers of all ages have always been so artless!--Loret was co an account of the _fetes_ at Vaux, before those _fetes_ had taken place
La Fontaine sauntered about fro, unbearable drea at everybody's elbow a thousand poetic abstractions He so often disturbed Pelisson, that the latter, raising his head, crossly said, ”At least, La Fontaine, supply ardens at Parnassus”
”What rhyne used to call him
”I want a rhyme to _lumiere_”
”_Orniere_,” answered La Fontaine
”Ah, but, ood friend, one cannot talk of _wheel-ruts_ when celebrating the delights of Vaux,” said Loret
”Besides, it doesn't rhyme,” answered Pelisson
”What! doesn't rhyme!” cried La Fontaine, in surprise