Memoirs of the Comtesse Du Barry: With Minute Details of Her Entire Career as Favorite of Louis XVLamothe-Langon, Etienne-Léon, baron de
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Memoirs of the Comtesse Du Barry: With Minute Details of Her Entire Career as Favorite of Louis XV
Lamothe-Langon, Etienne-Léon, baron de
Du Barry, Jeanne Bécu, comtesse, 1743-1793
“Well, M. de Maupeou, and what do you think of this business?”
“I am overwhelmed with consternation, sire,” replied he, “when I think
that one of your majesty’s ministers should be able to conspire thus
openly against you.”
“Stay,” cried Louis hastily, “that fact is by no means proved. The
duchesse de Grammont is a mad woman, who involves the safety of her
brother; if I only believed him capable of such treachery, he
should sleep this night in the Bastille, and to-morrow the necessary
proceedings should be commenced against him: as for his sister, I will
take care of her within four good walls, and avenge myself for her past
misconduct, by putting it out of her power to injure me further.”
“Sire,” said I, in my turn, “remember she is a woman; I beseech you to
pardon her, and let the weight of your just indignation fall upon her
brother.”
“Chancellor,” cried the king, “this business must not be lightly passed
over.”
“Nor without due consideration,” replied M. de Maupeou, “your majesty
may look upon this letter as the basis of a secret plot: as for the
duchess, I am of my cousin’s opinion; despise her audacious attempts,
but spare not her brother; he alone is the guilty as well as dangerous
person.”
The king made no answer, but rose, and crushing the letter in his hand,
threw it from him.
“Would,” exclaimed he at last, “that the fiends had those who take such
delight in disgusting me with my very existence. Heavens! how justly may
I say I despise all men; nor have I a much better opinion of your sex,
madame la comtesse, I must warn you.”
“Much obliged, sire,” cried I; “really I was not prepared for such
gallantry. It is rather hard that you should quarrel with me because
this disagreeable duchess behaves ill! Upon my word it is very
unpleasant!”
“Come, come,” said Louis XV, kissing my cheek, “don’t you be a naughty
child; if I had not you, where should I turn for consolation amidst the
torments by which I am surrounded? Shall I tell you? In the midst of all
these perplexing affairs, there are moments in which I fear I may not be
promoting the happiness of my people.”
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