Bossuet: Mademoiselle, it is the king's desire that I compliment you on the elevation you have attained.
Fontanges: O monseigneur, I know very well what you mean. His majesty is kind and polite to everybody. The last thing he said to me was, "Angélique! do not forget to compliment monseigneur the bishop on the dignity I have conferred upon him, of almoner to the dauphiness. I desired the appointment for him only that he might be of rank sufficient to confess you, now you are duchess." You are so agreeable a man, monseigneur, I will confess to you, directly.
Bossuet: Have you brought yourself to a proper frame of mind, young lady?
Fontanges: What is that?
Bossuet: Do you hate sin?
Fontanges: Very much.
Bossuet: Do you hate the world?
Fontanges: A good deal of it; all Picardy, for example, and all Sologne; nothing is uglier—and, oh my life! what frightful men and women!
Bossuet: I would say in plain language, do you hate the flesh and the devil?
Fontanges: Who does not hate the devil? If you will hold my hand the while, I will tell him so—"I hate you, beast!" There now. As for flesh, I never could bear a fat man. Such people can neither dance nor hunt, nor do anything that I know of.