y money?' I said.
"'Yes; she has sold some property of hers in Guienne, and has received
the purchase money.'"
"That's a pretty sum to touch all at once," said the Abbe Fouquet, who
had not hitherto said a word.
"Poor Madame Vanel!" murmured Fouquet.
Pelisson shrugged his shoulders, as he whispered in Fouquet's ear, "That
woman is a perfect fiend."
"That may be; and it will be delightful to make use of this fiend's
money to repair the injury which an angel has done herself for me."
Pelisson looked with a surprised air at Fouquet, whose thoughts were
from that moment fixed upon a fresh object in view.
"Well!" inquired La Fontaine, "what about my negotiation?"
"Admirable, my dear poet."
"Yes," said Gourville; "but there are some people who are anxious to
have the steed who have not even money enough to pay for the bridle."
"And Vanel would draw back from his offer if he were to be taken at his
word," continued the Abbe Fouquet.
"I do not believe it," said La Fontaine.
"What do you know about it?"
"Why, you have not yet heard the _denouement_ of my story."
"If there is a _denouement_, why do you beat about the bush so much?"
"_Semper ad eventum_. Is that correct?" said Fouquet, with the air of a
nobleman who condescends to barbarisms. To which the Latinists present
answered with loud applause. [11]
"My _denouement_," cried La Fontaine, "is that Vanel, that determined
blackbird, knowing that I was coming to Saint-Mande, implored me to
bring him with me, and, if possible, to present him to M. Fouquet."
"So that--"
"So that he is here; I left him in that part of the ground called
Bel-Air. Well, M. Fouquet, what is your reply?"
"Well, it is not respectful towards Madame Vanel that her husband
should run the risk of catching cold outside my house; send for him, La
Fontaine, since you know where he is."
"I will go myself."
"And I will accompany you," said the Abbe Fouquet; "I will carry the
money bags."
"No jesting," said Fouquet, seriously; "let the business be a serious
one, if it is to be one at all. But first of all, let us show we are
hospitable. Make my apologies, La Fontaine, to M. Vanel, and tell him
how distressed I am to have kept him waiting, but that I was not was not
aware he was there."
La Fontaine set off at once, fortunately accompanied by Gourville,
for, absorbed in his own calculations, the poet would have mistaken
the route, and was hurrying as fast as he co
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