The extraordinary confessions of Diana PleaseCapes, Bernard
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The extraordinary confessions of Diana Please
Capes, Bernard
Femmes fatales -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Naples (Kingdom) -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
THE EXTRAORDINARY
CONFESSIONS OF
DIANA PLEASE
HERE “ENGLISHED” FROM THE ORIGINAL
SHORTHAND NOTES, IN FRENCH, OF M. LE
MARQUIS DE C----, A FRIEND TO WHOM
SHE DICTATED THEM,
BY
BERNARD CAPES
AUTHOR OF
“THE LAKE OF WINE,” “PLOTS” ETC. ETC.
METHUEN & CO.
36 ESSEX STREET W.C.
LONDON
1904
CONTENTS
INTRODUCTORY
I. I MAKE MY DÉBUT
II. I AM ABDUCTED
III. I ESCAPE
IV. I FALL INTO THE HANDS OF A COLLECTOR
V. I AM CARRIED AWAY AS A SPECIMEN
VI. I AM “PINNED OUT”
VII. I AM PUT AWAY IN CAMPHOR
VIII. I MEET MR. NOEL DE CRESPIGNY
IX. I AM COMMITTED TO THE ----
X. I BEWITCH A MONSTER
XI. I ADD THE LAST TOUCH TO A PORTRAIT
XII. I AM INFAMOUSLY RETALIATED ON
XIII. I AM WOOED TO SELF-DESTRUCTION
XIV. I AM RESCUED BY MY MONSTER
XV. I BECOME AN INMATE OF “RUPERT’S FOLLY”
XVI. I PUT AN END TO ONE FOLLY
XVII. I AM CONSIGNED TO A GREEN GRAVE
XVIII. I BEGIN ANOTHER FOLLY
XIX. I AM MAID MARIAN
XX. I PUT AN END TO FOLLY NUMBER TWO
XXI. I AM METAMORPHOSED
XXII. I RUN ACROSS AN OLD FRIEND
XXIII. I AM MADE FORTUNE’S MISTRESS
XXIV. I FIND A FRIEND IN NEED
XXV. I DECLARE FOR THE KING
XXVI. I RENEW AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE
XXVII. I KNOW HOW TO WAIT
XXVIII. I RETURN TO NAPLES
XXIX. I STILL KNOW HOW TO WAIT
XXX. I AM JUSTIFIED IN MY POLICY
XXXI. I KNOW MY OWN HEART
INTRODUCTORY
“_I am convinced she rivalled, at fifty, the exquisite Diane de
Poitiers herself, in the brightness of her wit and the perfection of
her form, and might have passed as triumphantly a like test of the
marble._”
The Marquis de C---- in his “Foreword.”
If the public seeks any apology for this introduction to it, at a
late date, of the extraordinary woman whose self-dictated Memoirs form
the staple of the following pages, it must look for it in the
references of her contemporaries; it will be far from gathering it
from her own autobiography.
Diane Rosemonde de St. Croix (to give her her proper mother-title)
considered that she owed to Romance, in a glowing age, what, in a
practical one, is conceded by a thousand dull and petty vanities to a
vulgar curiosity--her personal reminiscences. She had at least the
justification of her qualities, and the good fortune to find, in her
latter-day friend, the Marquis de C----, an enthusiastic historian of
them. In the question of their appeal, one way or the other, to the
English reader, the present transcriber (from the original French
notes) must hold himself responsible both for choice and style.
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