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who in his old age grew tired of Versailles and built here one of his many villas （the rival in its day of the Trianons）； and proceeded to amuse himself therein with the same solemnity which had already made vice at Versailles more boresome than virtue elsewhere。
Two centuries and four revolutions have swept away all trace of this kingly caprice and the art treasures it contained。 Alone； the marble horses of Coustou； transported later to the Champs Elysees； remain to attest the splendor of the past。
The quaint village of Marly； clustered around its church； stands； however … with the faculty that insignificant things have of remaining unchanged … as it did when the most polished court of Europe rode through it to and from the hunt。 On the outskirts of this village are now two forged and gilded gateways through which the passer…by can catch a glimpse of trim avenues； fountains； and well…kept lawns。
There seems a certain poetical justice in the fact that Alexandre Dumas FILS and Victorien Sardou； the two giants of modern drama； should have divided between them the inheritance of Louis XIV。； its greatest patron。 One of the gates is closed and moss…grown。 Its owner lies in Pere…la…Chaise。 At the other I ring； and am soon walking up the famous avenue bordered by colossal sphinxes presented to Sardou by the late Khedive。 The big stone brutes； connected in one's mind with heat and sandy wastes； look oddly out of place here in this green wilderness … a bite； as it were； out of the forest which； under different names； lies like a mantle over the country…side。
Five minutes later I am being shown through a suite of antique salons； in the last of which sits the great playwright。 How striking the likeness is to Voltaire； … the same delicate face； lit by a half cordial； half mocking smile； the same fragile body and indomitable spirit。 The illusion is enhanced by our surroundings； for the mellow splendor of the room where we stand might have served as a background for the Sage of Ferney。
Wherever one looks； works of eighteenth…century art meet the eye。 The walls are hung with Gobelin tapestries that fairly take one's breath away； so exquisite is their design and their preservation。 They represent a marble colonnade； each column of which is wreathed with flowers and connected to its neighbor with garlands。
Between them are bits of delicate landscape； with here and there a group of figures dancing or picnicking in the shadow of tall trees or under fantastical porticos。 The furniture of the room is no less marvellous than its hangings。 One turns from a harpsichord of vernis…martin to the clock； a relic from Louis XIV。's bedroom in Versailles； on to the bric…a…brac of old Saxe or Sevres in admiring wonder。 My host drifts into his showman manner； irresistibly comic in this writer。
The pleasures of the collector are apparently divided into three phases； without counting the rapture of the hunt。 First； the delight a true amateur takes in living among rare and beautiful things。 Second； the satisfaction of showing one's treasures to less fortunate mortals； and last； but perhaps keenest of all； the pride which comes from the fact that one has been clever enough to acquire objects which other people want； at prices below their market value。 Sardou evidently enjoys these three sensations vividly。 That he lives with and loves his possessions is evident； and the smile with which he calls your attention to one piece after another； and mentions what they cost him； attests that the two other joys are not unknown to him。 He is old enough to remember the golden age when really good things were to be picked up for modest sums； before every parvenu considered it necessary to turn his house into a museum； and factories existed for the production of 〃antiques〃 to be sold to innocent amateurs。
In calling attention to a set of carved and gilded furniture； covered in Beauvais tapestry； such as sold recently in Paris at the Valencay sale … Talleyrand collection … for sixty thousand dollars； Sardou mentions with a laugh that he got his fifteen pieces for fifteen hundred dollars； the year after the war； from an old chateau back of Cannes！ One unique piece of tapestry had cost him less than one…tenth of that sum。 He discovered it in a peasant's stable under a two…foot layer of straw and earth； where it had probably been hidden a hundred years before by its owner； and then all record of it lost by his descendants。
The mention of Cannes sets Sardou off on another train of thought。 His family for three generations have lived there。 Before that they were Sardinian fishermen。 His great… grandfather； he imagines； was driven by some tempest to the shore near Cannes and settled where he found himself。 Hence the name！ For in the patois of Provencal France an inhabitant of Sardinia is still called UN SARDOU。
The sun is off the front of the house by this time； so we migrate to a shady corner of the lawn for our APERITIF； the inevitable vermouth or 〃bitters〃 which Frenchmen take at five o'clock。 Here another surprise awaits the visitor； who has not realized； perhaps； to what high ground the crawling local train has brought him。 At our feet； far below the lawn and shade trees that encircle the chateau； lies the Seine； twisting away toward Saint Germain； whose terrace and dismantled palace stand outlined against the sky。 To our right is the plain of Saint Denis； the cathedral in its midst looking like an opera…glass on a green table。 Further still to the right； as one turns the corner of the terrace； lies Paris； a white line on the horizon； broken by the mass of the Arc de Triomphe； the roof of the Opera； and the Eiffel Tower； resplendent in a fresh coat of yellow lacquer！
The ground where we stand was occupied by the feudal castle of Les Sires de Marly； although all traces of that stronghold disappeared centuries ago； the present owner of the land points out with pride that the extraordinary beauty of the trees around his house is owing to the fact that their roots reach deep down to the rich loam collected during centuries in the castle's moat。
The little chateau itself； built during the reign of Louis XIV。 for the GRAND…VENEUR of the forest of Marly； is intensely French in type； … a long； low building on a stone terrace； with no trace of ornament about its white facade or on its slanting roof。 Inside； all the rooms are 〃front；〃 communicating with each other EN SUITE； and open into a corridor running the length of the building at the back； which； in turn； opens on a stone court。 Two lateral wings at right angles to the main building form the sides of this courtyard； and contain LES COMMUNS； the kitchen； laundry； servants' rooms； and the other annexes of a large establishment。 This arrangement for a summer house is for some reason neglected by our American architects。 I can recall only one home in America built on this plan。 It is Giraud Foster's beautiful villa at Lenox。 You may visit five hundred French chateaux and not find one that differs materially from this plan。 The American idea seems on the contrar