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laigleThe bald member of the club had the surname Lesgueules, by contraction Lesgle or Legle, and by corruption L'Aigle, and signed his name Legle (de Meaux). His comrades, for the sake of brevity, called him Bossuet.
Bossuet was a cheery fellow who was unlucky. His specialty
was to succeed in nothing. On the other hand, he laughed at
everything. At twenty-five he was bald. His father had died
owning a house and some land; but he, the son, had found
nothing more urgent than to lose this house and land in a bad
speculation. He had nothing left. He had considerable know-
ledge and wit, but he always miscarried. Everything failed him,
everything deceived him; whatever he built up fell upon him.
If he split wood, he cut his finger. If he had a mistress, he very
soon discovered that he had also a friend. Every moment some
misfortune happened to him; hence his jovial ty. He said;
/ live under the roof of the falling tiles. Rarely astonished, since
he was always expecting some accident, he took ill luck with
serenity and smiled at the vexations of destiny like one who
hears a jest. He was poor, but his fund of good-humour was
inexhaustible. He soon reached his last sou, never his last
burst of laughter. When met by adversity, he saluted that
acquaintance cordially, he patted catastrophes on the back;
he was so familiar with fatality as to call it by its nick-name.
" Good morning, old Genius," he would say.
These persecutions of fortune had made him inventive. He
was full of resources. He had no money, but he found means,
when it seemed good to him, to go to " reckless expenses."
One night, he even spent a hundred francs on a supper with a
quean, which inspired him in the midst of the orgy with this
memorable saying : " Daughter of five Louis, pull off my
boots."
Bossuet was slowly making his way towards the legal pro-
fession ; he was doing his law, in the manner of Bahorel. Bossuet
had never much domicile, sometimes none at all. He lodged
sometimes with one, sometimes with another, oftenest with
Joly.
Bossuet was a cheery fellow who was unlucky. His specialty
was to succeed in nothing. On the other hand, he laughed at
everything. At twenty-five he was bald. His father had died
owning a house and some land; but he, the son, had found
nothing more urgent than to lose this house and land in a bad
speculation. He had nothing left. He had considerable know-
ledge and wit, but he always miscarried. Everything failed him,
everything deceived him; whatever he built up fell upon him.
If he split wood, he cut his finger. If he had a mistress, he very
soon discovered that he had also a friend. Every moment some
misfortune happened to him; hence his jovial ty. He said;
/ live under the roof of the falling tiles. Rarely astonished, since
he was always expecting some accident, he took ill luck with
serenity and smiled at the vexations of destiny like one who
hears a jest. He was poor, but his fund of good-humour was
inexhaustible. He soon reached his last sou, never his last
burst of laughter. When met by adversity, he saluted that
acquaintance cordially, he patted catastrophes on the back;
he was so familiar with fatality as to call it by its nick-name.
" Good morning, old Genius," he would say.
These persecutions of fortune had made him inventive. He
was full of resources. He had no money, but he found means,
when it seemed good to him, to go to " reckless expenses."
One night, he even spent a hundred francs on a supper with a
quean, which inspired him in the midst of the orgy with this
memorable saying : " Daughter of five Louis, pull off my
boots."
Bossuet was slowly making his way towards the legal pro-
fession ; he was doing his law, in the manner of Bahorel. Bossuet
had never much domicile, sometimes none at all. He lodged
sometimes with one, sometimes with another, oftenest with
Joly.
