“No,” she said, “I don’t like hunting.”
“Will you embroider?”
“No, I don’t like embroidery.”
“Will you take a walk, or play at some game?”
“No, I don’t like either.”
“Then what will you do?” some one asked her.
She answered: “I can’t say; but I don’t like innocent pleasures.”
This Duchesse de Longueville was sister of the Prince de Condé. She had led a very irregular life, but afterwards repented and did penance, and never ceased to fast and pray for the rest of her days. She changed so much that no one could imagine she had ever been handsome; her figure alone preserved its grace—but these are old tales.
Saint-Cloud, 1718.
Nothing new, except that my son came here yesterday afternoon and brought me the decree which alters the legal value of the currency. The louis d’or will henceforth be worth thirty-six francs; those who have a great deal of money will profit finely. I am not of that number; it is a long time since money and I have kept company.