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　　〃Well；　monsieur　le　te；〃　said　the　duchess；　smiling；　〃does　one　leave　so　solemnly　his　old　friends？〃
　　〃Ah；〃　murmured　Athos；　kissing　her　hand；　〃had　I　only　sooner　known　that　Marie　Michon　was　so　charming　a　creature！〃　And　he　withdrew；　sighing。
　　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。　It　was　the　abode　of　the　little　Abbe　Scarron。
　　In　the　home　of　the　witty　abbe　dwelt　incessant　laughter；　there　all　the　items　of　the　day　had　their　source　and　were　so　quickly　transformed；　misrepresented；　metamorphosed；　some　into　epigrams；　some　into　falsehoods；　that　every　one　was　anxious　to　pass　an　hour　with　little　Scarron；　listening　to　what　he　said；　reporting　it　to　others。
　　The　diminutive　Abbe　Scarron；　who；　however；　was　an　abbe　only　because　he　owned　an　abbey；　and　not　because　he　was　in　orders；　had　formerly　been　one　of　the　gayest　prebendaries　in　the　town　of　Mans；　which　he　inhabited。　On　a　day　of　the　carnival　he　had　taken　a　notion　to　provide　an　unusual　entertainment　for　that　good　town；　of　which　he　was　the　life　and　soul。　He　had　made　his　valet　cover　him　with　honey；　then；　opening　a　feather　bed；　he　had　rolled　in　it　and　had　thus　bee　the　most　grotesque　fowl　it　is　possible　to　imagine。　He　then　began　to　visit　his　friends　of　both　sexes；　in　that　strange　costume。　At　first　he　had　been　followed　through　astonishment；　then　with　derisive　shouts；　then　the　porters　had　insulted　him；　then　children　had　thrown　stones　at　him；　and　finally　he　was　obliged　to　run；　to　escape　the　missiles。　As　soon　as　he　took　to　flight　every　one　pursued　him；　until；　pressed　on　all　sides；　Scarron　found　no　way　of　escaping　his　escort；　except　by　throwing　himself　into　the　river；　but　the　water　was　icy　cold。　Scarron　was　heated；　the　cold　seized　on　him；　and　when　he　reached　the　farther　bank　he　found　himself　crippled。
　　Every　means　had　been　employed　in　vain　to　restore　the　use　of　his　limbs。　He　had　been　subjected　to　a　severe　disciplinary　course　of　medicine；　at　length　he　sent　away　all　his　doctors；　declaring　that　he　preferred　the　disease　to　the　treatment；　and　came　to　Paris；　where　the　fame　of　his　wit　had　preceded　him。　There　he　had　a　chair　made　on　his　own　plan；　and　one　day；　visiting　Anne　of　Austria　in　this　chair；　she　asked　him；　charmed　as　she　was　with　his　wit；　if　he　did　not　wish　for　a　title。
　　〃Yes；　your　majesty；　there　is　a　title　which　I　covet　much；〃　replied　Scarron。
　　〃And　what　is　that？〃
　　〃That　of　being　your　invalid；〃　answered　Scarron。
　　So　he　was　called　the　queen's　invalid；　with　a　pension　of　fifteen　hundred　francs。
　　From　that　lucky　moment　Scarron　led　a　happy　life；　spending　both　ine　and　principal。　One　day；　however；　an　emissary　of　the　cardinal's　gave　him　to　understand　that　he　was　wrong　in　receiving　the　coadjutor　so　often。
　　〃And　why？〃　asked　Scarron；　〃is　he　not　a　man　of　good　birth？〃
　　〃Certainly。〃
　　〃Agreeable？〃
　　〃Undeniably。〃
　　〃Witty？〃
　　〃He　has；　unfortunately；　too　much　wit。〃
　　〃Well；　then；　why　do　you　wish　me　to　give　up　seeing　such　a　man？〃
　　〃Because　he　is　an　enemy。〃
　　〃Of　whom？〃
　　〃Of　the　cardinal。〃
　　〃What？〃　answered　Scarron；　〃I　continue　to　receive　Monsieur　Gilles　Despreaux；　who　thinks　ill　of　me；　and　you　wish　me　to　give　up　seeing　the　coadjutor；　because　he　thinks　ill　of　another　man。　Impossible！〃
　　The　conversation　had　rested　there　and　Scarron；　through　sheer　obstinacy；　had　seen　Monsieur　de　Gondy　only　the　more　frequently。
　　Now；　the　very　morning　of　which　we　speak　was　that　of　his　quarter…day　payment；　and　Scarron；　as　usual；　had　sent　his　servant　to　get　his　money　at　the　pension…office；　but　the　man　had　returned　and　said　that　the　government　had　no　more　money　to　give　Monsieur　Scarron。
　　It　was　on　Thursday；　the　abbe's　reception　day；　people　went　there　in　crowds。　The　cardinal's　refusal　to　pay　the　pension　was　known　about　the　town　in　half　an　hour　and　he　was　abused　with　wit　and　vehemence。
　　In　the　Rue　Saint　Honore　Athos　fell　in　with　two　gentlemen　whom　he　did　not　know；　on　horseback　like　himself；　followed　by　a　lackey　like　himself；　and　going　in　the　same　direction　that　he　was。　One　of　them；　hat　in　hand；　said　to　him：
　　〃Would　you　believe　it；　monsieur？　that　contemptible　Mazarin　has　stopped　poor　Scarron's　pension。〃
　　〃That　is　unreasonable；〃　said　Athos；　saluting　in　his　turn　the　two　cavaliers。　And　they　separated　with　courteous　gestures。
　　〃It　happens　well　that　we　are　going　there　this　evening；〃　said　Athos　to　the　vite；　〃we　will　pay　our　pliments　to　that　poor　man。〃
　　〃What；　then；　is　this　Monsieur　Scarron；　who　thus　puts　all　Paris　in　motion？　Is　he　some　minister　out　of　office？〃
　　〃Oh；　no；　not　at　all；　vite；〃　Athos　replied；　〃he　is　simply　a　gentleman　of　great　genius　who　has　fallen　into　disgrace　with　the　cardinal　through　having　written　certain　verses　against　him。〃
　　〃Do　gentlemen；　then；　make　verses？〃　asked　Raoul；　naively；　〃I　thought　it　was　derogatory。〃
　　〃So　it　is；　my　dear　vite；〃　said　Athos；　laughing；　〃to　make　bad　ones；　but　to　make　good　ones　increases　fame　　witness　Monsieur　de　Rotrou。　Nevertheless；〃　he　continued；　in　the　tone　of　one　who　gives　wholesome　advice；　〃I　think　it　is　better　not　to　make　them。〃
　　〃Then；〃　said　Raoul；　〃this　Monsieur　Scarron　is　a　poet？〃
　　〃Yes；　you　are　warned；　vite。　Consider　well　what　you　do　in　that　house。　Talk　only　by　gestures；　or　rather　always　listen。〃
　　〃Yes；　monsieur；〃　replied　Raoul。
　　〃You　will　see　me　talking　with　one　of　my　friends；　the　Abbe　d'Herblay；　of　whom　you　have　often　heard　me　speak。〃
　　〃I　remember　him；　monsieur。〃
　　〃e　near　to　us　from　time　to　time；　as　if　to　speak；　but　do　not　speak；　and　do　not　listen。　That　little　stratagem　may　serve　to　keep　off　interlopers。〃
　　〃Very　well；　monsieur；　I　will　obey　you　at　all　points。〃
　　Athos　made　two　visits　in　Paris；　at　seven　o'clock　he　and　Raoul　directed　their　steps　to　the　Rue　des　Tournelles；　it　was　stopped　by　porters；　horses　and　footmen。　Athos　forced　his　way　through　and　entered；　followed　by　the　young　man。　The　first　person　that　struck　him　on　his　entrance　was　Aramis；　planted　near　a　great　chair　on　castors；　very　large；　covered　with　a　canopy　of　tapestry；　under　which　there　moved；　enveloped　in　a　quilt　of　brocade；　a　little　face；　youngish；　very　merry；　somewhat　pallid；　whilst　its　eyes　never　ceased　to　express　a　sentiment　at　once　lively；　intellectual；　and　amiable。　This　was　the　Abbe　Scarron；　always　laughing；　joking；　plimenting　　yet　suffering　　and　toying　nervously　with　a　small　switch。
　　Around　this　kind　of　rolling　tent　pressed　a　crowd　of　gentlemen　and　ladies。　The　room　was　neatly；　fortably　furnished。　Large　valances　of　silk；　embroidered　with　flowers　of　gay　colors；　which　were　rather　faded；　fell　from　the　wide　windows；　the　fittings　of　the　room　were　simple；　but　in　excellent　taste。　Two　well　trained　servingmen　were　in　attendance　on　the　pany。　On　perceiving　Athos；　Aramis　advanced　toward　him；　took　him　by　the　hand　and　presented　him　to　Scarron。　Raoul　remained　silent；　for　he　was　not　prepared　for　the　dignity　of　the　bel　esprit。
　　After　some　minutes　the　door　opened　and　a　footman　announced　Mademoiselle　Paulet。
　　Athos　touched　the　shoulder　of　the　vite。
　　〃Look　at　this　lady；　Raoul；　she　is　an　historic　personage；　it　was　to　visit　her　King　Henry　IV。　was　going　when　he　was　assassinated。〃
　　Every　one　thronged　around　Mademoiselle　Paulet；　for　she　was　always　very　much　the　fashion。　She　was　a　tall　woman；　with　a　slender　figure　and　a　forest　of　golden　curls；　such　as　Raphael　was　fond　of　and　Titian　has　painted　all　his　Magdalens　with。　This　fawn…colored　hair；　or；　perhaps　the　sort　of　ascendancy　which　she　had　over　other　women；　gave　her　the　name　of　〃La　Lionne。〃　Mademoiselle　Paulet　took　her　accustomed　seat；　but　before　sitting　down；　she　cast；　in　all　her　queen…like　grandeur；　a　look　around　the　room；　and　her　eyes　rested　on　Raoul。
　　Athos　smiled。
　　〃Mademoiselle　Paulet　has　observed　you；　vite；　go　and　bow　to　her；　don't　try　to　appear　anything　but　what　you　are；　a　true　country　youth；　on　no　account　speak　to　her　of　Henry　IV。〃
　　〃When　shall　we　two　walk　together？〃　Athos　then　said　to　Aramis。
　　〃Presently