CHAPTER XXI.

THE ABBÉ SCARRON. In the Rue des Tournelles, there was once a house, which, though belonging to neither a great lord nor a rich man, was nevertheless known to all the sedan-chairmen and footmen in Paris. There was neither dining, nor playing at cards, nor dancing in that house. Yet, it was the resort of all the great world, and all Paris went there. It was the abode of little Scarron. There, in the home of that witty abbé, there was incessant laughter; there all the news of the day had their source, and were so qui…