"Diable! your housekeeper is right; rather more than faded."
"Ah, you see," resumed La Fontaine, "the fact is, I left it on the floor in my room, and my cat———"
"Well, your cat———"
"She kittened upon it, which has rather altered its color."
Molière burst out laughing; Pellisson and Loret followed his example. At this juncture the bishop of Vannes appeared, with a roll of plans and parchments under his arm. As if the angel of death had chilled all gay and sprightly fancies—as if that wan form had scared away the Graces to whom Xenocrates sacrificed—silence immediately reigned through the study, and every one resumed his self-possession and his pen. Aramis distributed the notes of invitation, and thanked them in the name of M. Fouquet.
"The surintendant," he said, "being kept to his room by business, could not come and see them, but begged them to send him some of the fruits of their day's work, to enable him to forget the fatigue of his labor in the night.'"
At these words all settled to work. La Fontaine placed himself at a table, and set his rapid pen running over the vellum; Pellisson made a fair copy of his prologue; Molière gave fifty fresh verses, with which his visit to Percerin had inspired him; Loret, his article on the marvellous fêtes he predicted; and Aramis, laden with his booty like the king of the bees, that great black drone, decked with purple and gold, re-entered his apartment, silent and busy. But before departing: "Remember, gentlemen," said he, "we all leave to-morrow evening."
"In that case I must give notice at home," said Molière.
"Yes; poor Molière!" said Loret, smiling, "he loves his home."
"He loves,' yes," replied Molière, with his sad, sweet smile. "'He loves,' that does not mean they love him."
"As for me," said La Fontaine, "they love me at Château Thierry, I am very sure."
Aramis here re-entered, after a brief disappearance.
"Will any one go with me?" he asked. "I am going by Paris, after having passed a quarter of an hour with Monsieur Fouquet. I offer my carriage."
"Good," said Molière, "I accept it. I am in a hurry."
"I shall dine here," said Loret. "Monsieur de Gourville has promised me some crawfish."
