"You were wrong to spill it, abbe," said Richelieu, "I know that wine, and you will hardly find such out of the Palais Royal—if it were against your principles to drink it, you should have passed it to your neighbor, or put it back in the bottle. 'Vinum in amphoram,' said my schoolmaster."
"M. le Duc," said Brigaud, "you do not know Latin as well as Spanish."
"I know French still less, and I want to learn it."
"Oh! that would be long and tedious; better get admitted into the Academy, it would be far easier."
"And do you speak Spanish?" asked Richelieu of De Chanlay.
"Report says, monsieur, that I am here for the abuse of that tongue."
"Monsieur," said the governor, "if you return to politics I must leave the table."
"Then," said Richelieu, "tell Mademoiselle de Launay to talk mathematics; that will not frighten any one."
Mademoiselle de Launay started; she had been carrying on a conversation with Dumesnil, which had been greatly exciting the jealousy of Maison-Rouge, who was in love with her.
When dinner was over, the governor conducted each guest back to his own room, and when it came to Gaston's turn he asked M. de Launay if he could have some razors, instruments which appeared necessary in a place where such elegant company was assembled.