But there were also less worthy prejudices, inspired by more personal feelings. The malignant portrait of Achille de Harlay is partly a reprisal for that magistrate’s supposed partiality in the matter of Luxembourg’s dispute with his fellow dukes and peers. The estimate of the _grand_ Dauphin might have been less contemptuous but for Saint-Simon’s enmity with that _cabale de Meudon_ of which the Dauphin was the centre. Other portraits coloured by the passion of a strong antipathy are those of Père Tellier, the Cardinal de Bouillon, the Duc de Noailles, and the Maréchal de Villars. Blackest of all is the famous portrait of Cardinal Dubois. But though it shews evident signs of personal resentment and class prejudice, and though it has been alleged on the Cardinal’s behalf that an honest woman like Madame and a saint like Fénelon gave him their friendly esteem[5], Saint-Simon’s reading of his character may be mainly due to a deeper insight and a more searching analysis. [5] Madame changed her opinion later. See below, p. 198, n. 253. But Saint-Simon was a good lover as well as a good hater, and many of his portraits are coloured by the promptings of warm affection. His estimate of the Duc de Bourgogne is, as Sainte-Beuve has pointed out, more favourable than Fénelon’s. His finished picture of Cardinal d’Estrées and his slighter sketch of Cardinal Janson are admirable examples of kindly portraiture. To the Maréchal de Boufflers and to the Chancellor Pontchartrain and his wife he pays noble tributes of admiring friendship. His praise of Catinat, that able commander and disinterested patriot, reads like a page of Plutarch. Memorable too are the portraits of the two Dukes, Beauvillier and Chevreuse, for whom he reserved his deepest affection. He is not blind to their limitations or their failings, but he praises them with the sympathetic comprehension of one who, honest and high-minded himself, can appreciate these qualities to the full when they are displayed in the persons of his friends. The portrait of the Duc de Montfort, the son of his friend the Duc de Chevreuse, is a masterpiece of admiring sympathy[6]. [6] IV. 143.