Fontanges. I never stole anything; I never committed adultery; I never coveted my neighbour’s wife; I never killed any person, though several have told me they should die for me.
Bossuet. Vain, idle talk! Did you listen to it?
Fontanges. Indeed I did, with both ears; it seemed so funny.
Bossuet. You have something to answer for, then.
Fontanges. No, indeed, I have not, monseigneur. I have asked many times after them, and found they were all alive, which mortified me.
Bossuet. So, then! you would really have them die for you?
Fontanges. Oh, no, no! but I wanted to see whether they were in earnest, or told me fibs; for, if they told me fibs, I would never trust them again.
Bossuet. Do you hate the world, mademoiselle?
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?