La Constantin eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 93 pages of information about La Constantin.

“And I’m off at once,” said Jeannin, rising, and muffling himself in his mantle, “It’s now half-past seven.  We shall see each other again at eight, so I won’t say good-bye.”

“Good luck to you!”

Leaving the tavern and turning into the rue Pavee, he took the direction of the river.


In 1658, at the corner of the streets Git-le-Coeur and Le Hurepoix (the site of the latter being now occupied by the Quai des Augustins as far as Pont Saint-Michel), stood the great mansion which Francis I had bought and fitted up for the Duchesse d’Etampes.  It was at this period if not in ruins at least beginning to show the ravages of time.  Its rich interior decorations had lost their splendour and become antiquated.  Fashion had taken up its abode in the Marais, near the Place Royale, and it was thither that profligate women and celebrated beauties now enticed the humming swarm of old rakes and young libertines.  Not one of them all would have thought of residing in the mansion, or even in the quarter, wherein the king’s mistress had once dwelt.  It would have been a step downward in the social scale, and equivalent to a confession that their charms were falling in the public estimation.  Still, the old palace was not empty; it had, on the contrary, several tenants.  Like the provinces of Alexander’s empire, its vast suites of rooms had been subdivided; and so neglected was it by the gay world that people of the commonest description strutted about with impunity where once the proudest nobles had been glad to gain admittance.  There in semi-isolation and despoiled of her greatness lived Angelique-Louise de Guerchi, formerly companion to Mademoiselle de Pons and then maid of honour to Anne of Austria.  Her love intrigues and the scandals they gave rise to had led to her dismissal from court.  Not that she was a greater sinner than many who remained behind, only she was unlucky enough or stupid enough to be found out.  Her admirers were so indiscreet that they had not left her a shred of reputation, and in a court where a cardinal is the lover of a queen, a hypocritical appearance of decorum is indispensable to success.  So Angelique had to suffer for the faults she was not clever enough to hide.  Unfortunately for her, her income went up and down with the number and wealth of her admirers, so when she left the court all her possessions consisted of a few articles she had gathered together out of the wreck of her former luxury, and these she was now selling one by one to procure the necessaries of life, while she looked back from afar with an envious eye at the brilliant world from which she had been exiled, and longed for better days.  All hope was not at an end for her.  By a strange law which does not speak well for human nature, vice finds success easier to attain than virtue.  There is no courtesan, no matter how low she has fallen, who cannot find

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