Like a Harpagon, you guard the treasures of your soul, lest any of your feelings should be stolen. No one risks it--Jean, give me my smelling-bottle.
There, Jean, _merci_.... Yet what was I about to say, has no one seen anything of our Marshal?
I really believe the good Marshal is offended. It is three days since I spoke to him graciously at the state reception.... That seems long to me.
May it please your Majesty, a gentleman of the court met him to-day. He was standing in a pouring rain, and trying a new sword.
(_Half aloud to_ The Painter.) Admit, sir, that his coming is inconvenient to you?
Yet you would like to make his acquaintance?
(_Softly to_ The Marquis in Pale Blue.) How the coward betrays himself!
Too often I have heard his name spoken in wonder, here with disfavour, there with enthusiasm, yet always as if a miracle was happening to me, too often for me not to view with apprehension the nearness of this powerful man.
We must see to that and profit by it. (_Aloud_.) Yet I advise you, dear master, hold your own. He has a habit sometimes of running people through. Yet----
As one impales flies--of an afternoon--on the wall? My felicitations, Marquis! Happily for you, it is plain that he has never been bored.
Gentlemen, I must beg you! At court, the master has good company. It amuses me when he meets your insolence with wit and spirit, and gives you a return thrust. Only try the experiment! I am waiting.... Please, Jean, my handkerchief!
Ha! Fearful is a man in anger! What do you think--can the dauber defend himself?
Attack him first from behind, then to his face.
I thank you, Jean.... Well, now, you dear men, you whisper, sulk, and mutter to each other. What is the use of my kindling your wit? I don't strike even a little spark from the stone. So you are dismissed.... Take a holiday. And do you, my children, go home. But in a little while, master, let us talk together, after our hearts' desire! The ladies of the suite--they will not disturb you.
Good-bye! I wish you to go home to do penance for your sins of love. (_Goes to the door on the right_.) One thing more. When you see the good Marshal, give him my greetings. (_Exit, followed by the ladies. Only the sleepy lady remains, sitting_.)