Friday, November 20, 1664.
M. Fouquet was examined this morning respecting the gold mark; he
answered extremely well; several of the judges bowed to him; the
chancellor reproved them and said that, as he was a Breton, it was
not the custom. “It is because you are Bretons that you bow so low to
M. Fouquet.” In returning on foot from the arsenal, M. Fouquet asked
what the workmen were doing; he was told they were making the vase
of a fountain; he went to them, and gave his opinion, and afterward
returned smiling to Artagan. “You wonder, no doubt,” said he, “at my
interfering, but I formerly understood these things well.” The friends
of M. Fouquet, and I among the rest, are pleased at this delightful
composure; others call it affectation; such is the world. Madame
Fouquet, his mother, has given the queen a plaster that has cured her
convulsions, which, properly speaking, were nothing but the vapors.
Many, believing what they wish, imagine that the queen will, on this
account, intercede with his majesty to pardon the unfortunate prisoner;
but I, who hear a great deal of the kindness of this country, do not
believe a word of it. The noise the plaster has made is wonderful;
every body says that Madame Fouquet is a saint, and has the power of
working miracles.
To-day, the 21st, M. Fouquet has been questioned respecting the wax and
sugar taxes. At certain objections that were raised, and which appeared
to him ridiculous, he lost his temper. This was going a little too far,
and there was a haughtiness in his manners that gave offense. He will
correct himself; for this mode of proceeding is by no means advisable;
but patience will sometimes escape; it seems to me as if I should have
done the same.
I have been at Sainte-Marie, where I saw your aunt, who appeared to be
swallowed up in devotion; she was at mass, and in quite a religious
ecstasy. Your sister was looking very pretty; fine eyes, and great
animation; the poor child fainted this morning; she is very much
indisposed, her aunt is uniformly kind to her. M. de Paris has given
her a sort of defeasance, which gained her heart, and induced her to
sign the wicked formulary.[267] I have not mentioned the subject to
either of them; M. de Paris[268] has forbidden it. But I must give you
an idea of prejudice; our sisters of Sainte-Marie said to me, “God be
praised, who has at length touched the heart of this poor child! she is
now in the way of obedience and salvation.” From thence I went to Port
Royal, where I found a certain great recluse[269] of your acquaintance,
who accosted me with, “Well, this silly goose has signed; God, in
short, has abandoned her; she is lost.” I thought I should have died
with laughing, when I reflected on the different effects of prejudice;
in this, you see the world in its true mirror. I think extremes should
always be avoided.
[267] This relates to the condemnation of the five propositions
of Jansenius; the clergy of France protested against them, and
drew up a formulary, which the nuns of Port Royal and many
others refused to sign; this refusal, in the end, caused their
dispersion.
[268] The then archbishop of Paris was the sage Péréfixe.
[269] No doubt the celebrated Doctor Arnauld d’Andilly.
Saturday evening. M. Fouquet entered the chamber this morning, and
was interrogated upon the subject of grants; he was attacked weakly
and defended himself ably. Between you and me, this is not the worst
part of the business. Some good angel must have informed him that he
had carried himself too proudly; for he altered his manner to-day, and
the judges altered theirs, by not bowing to him. The examination will
not be resumed till Wednesday; and I shall not write to you till then.
I have only to add, that if you continue to pity me so much, for the
trouble I take in writing to you, and desire me not to go on, I shall
think my letters tire you, and that you do not like the fatigue of
answering them; but I promise not to write such long ones in future,
and I absolve you from answering them, though I prize your letters
highly. After these declarations, I should think you would not attempt
to interrupt the course of my gazettes. In flattering myself that I
contribute a little to your pleasure, I add greatly to my own. I have
so few opportunities of proving my friendship and esteem for you, that
I must not neglect such as present themselves. Pray make my compliments
to your family and your neighbors. The queen is much better.