Madame de Maintenon.—­At the commencement, I argued as you argue, and believed that I should never get to the year’s end without disgust.  Little by little I imposed silence upon my emotions and my regrets.  A life of great activity and occupation, by separating us, as it were, from ourselves, extinguishes those exacting niceties, both of our proper sensibility, and of our self-conceit.  I remembered my sufferings, my fears, and my privations after the death of that poor man;—­[It was so that she commonly spoke of her husband, Scarron.]—­and since labour has been the yoke imposed by God on every human being, I submitted with a good grace to the respectable labour of education.  Few teachers are attached to their pupils; I attached myself to mine with tenderness, with delight.  It is true that it was my privilege to find the King’s children amiable and pretty, as few children are.

Ninon de L’ENCLOS.—­From the most handsome and amiable man in the world there could not come mediocre offspring.  M. du Maine is your idol; the King has given him his noble bearing, with his intelligence; and you have inoculated him with your wit.  Is it true that Madame de Montespan is no longer your friend?  That is a rumour which has credit in the capital; and if the thing is true I regret it, and am sorry for you.

Madame de Maintenon.—­Madame de Montespan, as all Paris knows, obtained my pension for me after the death of the Queen-mother.  This service, comparable with a favour, will always remain in my heart and my memory.  I have thanked her a thousand times for it, and I always shall thank her for it.  At the time when the young Queen of Portugal charged herself with my fate and fortune, the Marquise, who had known me at the Hotel d’Albret, desired to retain me in France, where she destined for me the children of the King.  I did what she desired; I took charge of his numerous children out of respect for my benefactor, and attachment to herself.  To-day, when their first education is completed, and his Majesty has recompensed me with the gift of the Maintenon estate, the Marquise pretends that my role is finished, that I was wrong to let myself be made lady in waiting, and that the recognition due to her imposes an obligation on me to obey her in everything, and withdraw from this neighbourhood.

Ninon de L’ENCLOS.—­Absolutely

Madame de Maintenon.—­Yes, really, I assure you.

Ninon de L’ENCLOS.—­A departure?  An absolute retreat?  Oh, it is too much!  Does she wish you, then, to resign your office?

Madame de MAINTINON.—­I cannot but think so, mademoiselle.