The Palace of Versailles, where Molière triumphed, had been conceived as a fabulous scene. The King’s own life was a show.
Louis XIV so much liked to live in the public view that he allowed access to any stranger who wanted to attend the ceremonies of the royal life: the awakening of the King, the lunch or outdoor walks. Thus indulged himself to announce his marriage to Marquise de Maintenon, seated in his business chair (an euphemism that refers to the most elemental of the comforts).
To penetrate the royal apartments was no more than renting a hat and a sword, and knowing to remain silent and uncovered in the presence of the monarch. This confidence became excessive and, one day, a thief entered the palace and took curtains and upholsteries.