He is rescued by Louise, the kind, intelligent, lonely wife of a homosexual Parisian colonel. Merivel is mocked because he does not have the right kind of ribbons on his coat. Here he finds a scrabbling mass of supplicants like himself, living vermin-like behind the scenes while the great ones parade their gorgeousness centre-stage. The desire to be once more ‘dazzled by Wonders’ possesses him, and he sets off to seek late-onset fortune at the court of Versailles. What’s it really like on your first night in prison?
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