just turned 16 when I was assigned as a lady of the court of Maria Theresa, the new queen of France. The day he arrived I wore a beautiful pink silk dress with gold embroidery, I picked up the hair and let loose curls on each side of my face, but the final touch was the crimson on my lips, I looked splendid. Himself, a Vuillard. We had about 8 girls willing to services waiting at the entrance to the palace for his welcome, it was cold that just left us to breathe normally. So we were glad when we get surreptitiously carriages, for they came down to the queen of 6 other women who came with her. Then, we realized that none spoke French, His Majesty spoke it a little and his accent was terrible. During the 4 months it took to us to learn English and French them, we received very often the teacher's visit Moliere. Who I particularly made friends with him, is an intelligent man and hilarious. He spent hours entertaining us and when he did not just sit and observe, from time to time crossed words with us. Your majesty, the king, did not bother him at all his presence, was one of his proteges, occasionally lent him the Petit-Bourbon for theatrical presentations. We were enchanted to be able to be first in line at the end the role went backstage to congratulate him. Then we went together to a tavern popular with artists, to take us a few beers and talk. I remember one of our talks with precision as was the reason he visited us very often. But I knew that only through final. The truth, I always felt a little uncomfortable to attend this tavern, women and men were vulgar or say, some real jerks and perverts. The place was horrible nothing fancy, made only with sticks and even the floor was carpeted, dust mess I made the folds of her dress. And we always had to drink beer, because wine was not the first time I asked all looked at me strange and I was shocked by the fact that order came, I could clearly hear the gossip among them, to my "audacity." The teacher gave no importance, only smiled and put his palm on my chest, I said here do not serve wine Margot we are not in the palace. This time, I asked for beer and something to eat, although he feared indigestible. - you like the work, what you liked. - Well, I love it, those two jovencillas yes they are a couple of ridiculous. Without education, provincial and wanting to aspire to titles. I laughed a lot. - I'm glad you enjoyed it, I'm working on a new but yet I have nothing written. - And what it is, if I may say or is it a secret. - Just a thought in my head, I'm still building, I have nothing concrete. But when it does, I'll tell you, I promise. Be the first person to know. At these words I blushed, I think he noticed it, but never got beyond a friendship. My hand was already given to a gentleman that I would gain title and would be frowned upon to be committed were walking in an affair with another. If not for that detail, perhaps the teacher and I had had an affair in secret, because he was married Armande Béjart, one of the actresses and co-owner of his company Illustre Théâtre. - Why not write tragedies, including Euripides' I asked. - Why teach comedies making you laugh I am also terrible dramatic actor, not the writing or the act, I'll be better comedies. - Have you ever tried to make one. - Yes, when I was in France and it has gone very wrong. I have not done any, would be ridiculous. I laughed uncontrollably, I had to drink that horrible beer to control me. - What you did laugh. - of you master, I've imagined doing tragedy, I found very funny. - know what's going to seem very funny, my new work, want to know what it is. - Sure, go tell me what is locked, I responded enthusiastically. - From you, ladies. - from us and about what. - still do not know, but it will be upon you that's for sure. That was the last time we met in this tavern. A week had passed when he did come back, we were embroidering handkerchiefs when he arrived with that walk so funny and polite at the same time, we loved them all. Greeted and asked us not to stop our work, just watched as always. After the board had etiquette classes and similarly told us that we followed with our occupations. I wanted to show off to the teacher, so I put into practice what my mother had me taught, since childhood I was very early and knew that a lady should discuss topics depending on whom you were speaking. know what the latest fashion in clothes, large flowers in pastel tones, two-tone color least dress, had a drink of tea without forgetting to raise the little finger. One of the English ladies said that her sister had written in one of his letters that were being used square necklines. To not look goofy we started talking about art, fashion artist, the rivalry between Moliere and Racine, of course I came out in defense of the teacher. We took a break of 15 minutes before going to the kind of music and dance. The teacher approached me and whispered, why take so many classes, if not fun, to which I responded: not be silly, all elegant lady should be prepared for society.
- And every day do the same, is not it boring.
- course not, and do not always same. Tomorrow, for example, we have painting, cooking and literature. Then there are the great dances to avoid boredom.
- not you like to do something else.
- No, a lady born for this, but education would be boring at home doing nothing, while waiting for her husband.
As of this time the teacher started going more regularly on every day when we had classes. I was more fascinated with him, I was so happy to see me, because he was going to see me. If not, talk to the girls. Occasionally he did, but it was me who he was talking a long time. From these discussions I learned a lot, began to interest new things like philosophy and politics, however, fashion jewelry and less and less. Although I never stopped to see me dressed elegant and beautiful. The teacher liked to talk to me more and more, eventually we come to have much in common. Month that the teacher failed to haunt I married the Duke Émile Cobert and eight months we had our first child. When you call Jean Baptiste I Cobert, in honor of my dear teacher. But my husband thought it was in honor of his father and I do so I believe. For three years we did not see the teacher, he knew he was in Paris. As the queen had dispensed with my services, we moved to a villa near the palace. One day while preparing Émile suitcases for their trip to Hamburg, Gabrielle came to tell me that the teacher was back and was talking to his majesty the king. Gabrielle asked him to take care of Jean, while I returned, would try to talk to the teacher Moliere. I was leaving the palace when I saw it, screamed and ran towards him. We were very happy to see us, we speak very little and helped us catch up, I spoke to Jean. The teacher in those two years had been writing his new book and returned to premiere in the Royal Palace Theatre. King Louis XIV had accepted delighted, while it is a private function, only the nobles. And then he could present to the people in the Petit-Bourbon . Opening night went with Jean, on that occasion I used a dress she had sent to prepare for an important date and no doubt this was. School of Women, by Moliere and his company Illustre Théâtre; that was the name that was shown in a poster of the entry. We were in the front row as back then, only that I was not that girl before. And there he was, dressed as a woman playing a young girl named Margot, who was lady of the court of a queen. I must admit that I found hilarious, but it stopped hurting, my childhood dreams were dashed at that time. It was a satire about me, ladies, how we educate for society. Many of the attendees had fun that night, however, did not fail to label the work of vulgar and wicked. And that was the last time I crossed words with Moliere, he understood, was not necessary to tell when I had offended. Although we always went to see their work in secret, until the last before his death. I was never able to talk back and say that I understood everything, he agreed. But mostly it was his son Jean.
