Bossuet. By the grace of God.
Fontanges. Yes, indeed; but never until now did God give any preacher so much of his grace as to subdue this pest.
Bossuet. It has appeared among us but lately.
Fontanges. Oh, dear me! I have always been subject to it dreadfully, from a child.
Bossuet. Really! I never heard so.
Fontanges. I checked myself as well as I could, although they constantly told me I looked well in it.
Bossuet. In what, mademoiselle?
Fontanges. In quietism; that is, when I fell asleep at sermon-time. I am ashamed that such a learned and pious man as M. de Fénélon should incline to it, as they say he does.
Bossuet. Mademoiselle, you quite mistake the matter.
Fontanges. Is not then M. de Fénélon thought a very pious and learned person?