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
“MY LOVELY COUNTESS,--I am all astonishment! Can it be possible that you
are to quit Versailles? You are right in saying you have been the friend
of every one, and those who could speak ill of you are to be pitied
for not having had better opportunities of understanding your real
character. But fear not, the dauphiness is virtue personified, and the
dauphin equally perfect. Every thing promises a peaceful and indulgent
reign, should we have the misfortune to lose his present majesty. Still
there will always be a great void left at Versailles; as far as I am
concerned, I have passed so much of my time with you, that I cannot
imagine what I shall do with my evenings; it will cost me much of my age
to alter habits and customs now so long fixed and settled, but such is
life; nothing certain, nothing stable. We should imitate cats in our
attachments, and rather identify ourselves with the house than the
possessor of it. I trust you have secured an ample provision for the
future; neglect not the present, to-morrow may come in vain for you.
“Be sure you let me know the spot to which you permanently retire, and I
will endeavour to see you as frequently as my engagements will admit of.”
“Adieu, _ma belle petite_.”
Spite of the bitterness of my feelings, this letter drew a smile to
my lips; the allusion to cats which had escaped the maréchale exactly
applied to her own character, of which I had been warned before I became
acquainted with her; but her protestations of warm and unutterable
attachment had gained my confidence, and I allowed myself to be guided
implicitly by her.
The duchesse d’Aiguillon was waiting for me while I perused the above
letter; at length, with a sigh, I prepared to quit that palace of
delights where I had reigned absolute mistress. I cast a mournful look
around me, on those splendid walks, fountains and statues, worthy the
gardens of Armida, but where there reigned, at this early hour, a sort
of gloomy silence; whilst, in that chamber where love had well nigh
deified me and recognised me as queen of France, lay extended the
monarch so lately my protector and friend.
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