"'Gentlest' after 'you who?'"
"Ah! my dear fellow," exclaimed La Fontaine, "you are a shocking pedant!"
"Without counting," said Moliere, "that the second verse, 'king of all kings round,' is very weak, my dear La Fontaine."
"Then you see clearly I am nothing but a poor creature—a shuffler, as you said."
"I never said so."
"Then, as Loret said."
"And it was not Loret neither; it was Pellisson."
"Well, Pellisson was right a hundred times over. But what annoys me more than anything, my dear Moliere, is, that I fear we shall not have our Epicurean dresses."
"You expected yours, then, for the fete?"
"Yes, for the fete, and then for after the fete. My housekeeper told me that my own is rather faded."