"Is it bringing in politics to say the Choiseuls are blood-sucking the realm?"
"Certainly." And he arose.
An hour after he regained the Grand Trianon palace, happy at having inspired jealousy, though he said to himself, as a Richelieu might do at thirty:
"What a bother these jealous women are!"
Dubarry went into her boudoir, where Chon was impatiently waiting for the news.
"You are having fine success," she exclaimed; "day before yesterday presented to the dauphiness, you dined at her table yesterday."
"That's so—but much good in such nonsense."
"Nonsense, when a hundred fashionable carriages are racing to bring you courtiers?"
"I am vexed, sorry for them, as they will not have any smiles from me this morning. Let me have my chocolate."
"Stormy weather, eh?"