CHAPTER XXXIII

Two very different persons died towards the latter part of this year.  The first was Lamoignon, Chief President; the second, Ninon, known by the name of Mademoiselle de l’Enclos.  Of Lamoignon I will relate a single anecdote, curious and instructive, which will show the corruption of which he was capable.

One day—­I am speaking of a time many years previous to the date of the occurrences just related—­one day there was a great hunting party at Saint Germain.  The chase was pursued so long, that the King gave up, and returned to Saint Germain.  A number of courtiers, among whom was M. de Lauzun, who related this story to me, continued their sport; and just as darkness was coming on, discovered that they had lost their way.  After a time, they espied a light, by which they guided their steps, and at length reached the door of a kind of castle.  They knocked, they called aloud, they named themselves, and asked for hospitality.  It was then between ten and eleven at night, and towards the end of autumn.  The door was opened to them.  The master of the house came forth.  He made them take their boots off, and warm themselves; he put their horses into his stables; and at the same time had a supper prepared for his guests, who stood much in need of it.  They did not wait long for the meal; yet when served it proved excellent; the wines served with it, too, were of several kinds, and excellent likewise:  as for the master of the house, he was so polite and respectful, yet without being ceremonious or eager, that it was evident he had frequented the best company.  The courtiers soon learnt that his name vitas Fargues, that the place was called Courson, and that he had lived there in retirement several years.  After having supped, Fargues showed each of them into a separate bedroom, where they were waited upon by his valets with every proper attention.  In the morning, as soon as the courtiers had dressed themselves, they found an excellent breakfast awaiting them; and upon leaving the table they saw their horses ready for them, and as thoroughly attended to as they had been themselves.  Charmed with the politeness and with the manners of Fargues, and touched by his hospitable reception of them, they made him many offers of service, and made their way back to Saint Germain.  Their non-appearance on the previous night had been the common talk, their return and the adventure they had met with was no less so.

These gentlemen were then the very flower of the Court, and all of them very intimate with the King.  They related to him, therefore, their story, the manner of their reception, and highly praised the master of the house and his good cheer.  The King asked his name, and, as soon as he heard it, exclaimed, “What, Fargues! is he so near here, then?” The courtiers redoubled their praises, and the King said no more; but soon after, went to the Queen-mother, and told her what had happened.