“"Yes," answered one of the guests, "but I have not been able to finish it. We have a crowd[Pg 112] of silly writings, but all together do not approach the impertinence of 'Gauchat, Doctor of Divinity.' I am so satiated with the great number of detestable books with which we are inundated that I am reduced to punting at faro."
"And the Mélanges of Archdeacon Trublet, what do you say of that?" said the abbé.
"Ah!" said the Marchioness of Parolignac, "the wearisome mortal! How curiously he repeats to you all that the world knows!”