Memoirs of Madame la Marquise d

opularity.-One Has the Right to Crush a Man Who Will Not Get Out of the Way.-What One Sees.

served to feed and foster that hatred, mixed with envy, which the rabble popu

ate along the roads. My postilions, my coachmen know it, driving in suc

e just told, and my outriders, who rode in advance, were clearing the way, as is customary. A vine-grower, laden with sticks, chose this moment to cross the road, thinking himself, no doubt, agile enough to escape my six horses. The cries of my

unate vine-grower disfigured with his wounds, she clasped her hands and fell to weeping. The Marquise d'Hudicourt, who was always simplicity itself, foll

dared to say to them before all the crowd: "If you belonged to me, I would soon settle y

and, turning to these sentimental women, I said to them: "Be good

ations of the dead man; and as far as Ruel, which was our destin

t you for the harm you have done me. Your part was to blame the postilions lightly and the rustic very p

nt; such a sight has moved and broken my own heart. I was, as I am still, quite beside myself, and, in such a situation, it is permissible to forget discretion in one's speech and the proprieties. I had n

e does not give quite the same account of it. It is natural that Madame de

or some other reason, Madame de Maintenon refused to dine. She had two or three swooning fits; her tears started afresh fou

bush, a premeditated assassination. I imagine that if such a catastrophe had happened elsewhere, and been reported to us in a gazette or a book, you would have read of it with interest and commiseration; but we should not have seen you clasp your hands over your head, turn red and pale, utter loud

y, and an event which one has seen. Madame de Richelieu shut her mouth pleasantly with these words: "We know, Madame la Marquise, how much eloquence and wit is yours. We approve all yo

delay us as much as possible, she required a cup of chocolate, her favourite dish, he