"I am going by Paris, after having passed a quarter of an hour with M.Fouquet.I offer my carriage." "Good," said Moliere, "I accept it.

I am in a hurry." "I shall dine here," said Loret.

"M.

de Gourville has promised me some craw-fish." "He has promised me some whitings.

Find a rhyme for that, La Fontaine." Aramis went out laughing, as only he could laugh, and Moliere followed him.