The history of the Bastile, and of its principal captivesDavenport, R. A. (Richard Alfred)
History
The history of the Bastile, and of its principal captives
Davenport, R. A. (Richard Alfred)
Bastille -- History; Political crimes and offenses -- France; Prisons -- France -- History
Disappointed in her hopes of being received into the household of the
Duchess of La Ferté, or of obtaining an establishment elsewhere through
her means, De Launay accepted an offer from the Duchess of Maine, to whom
she had been introduced. This defection, as it was deemed, threw her late
patroness into a paroxysm of rage. Her new situation was an unenviable
one. She filled the place of a lady’s maid, who had retired; her
apartment was a wretched low closet, in which it was impossible to move
about in an upright posture, and which had neither chimney nor window;
and her chief occupation was to make up shifts, in which she confesses
herself to have been so inexpert, that, when the duchess came to put on
some of her handywork, she found in the arm what ought to have been in
the elbow. By the duchess, and all the upper classes in the house, she
was utterly neglected, as a mere drudge; by those of her own class, she
was envied, hated, and persecuted, for her natural superiority over
them. Life at last became a burthen, and there was a moment when she
seriously meditated the commission of suicide.
A happy chance lifted her at once from this slough of despond into her
proper sphere. There was an exceedingly beautiful female, named Testard,
who laid claim to supernatural powers; by desire of the Duke of Orleans,
Fontenelle had visited her, and, prejudiced by her charms, is said to
have manifested too much faith in her. This folly of a philosopher,
who was not remarkable for believing too much, excited a loud clamour.
“You had better write to M. de Fontenelle, to let him hear what every
body is talking against him about Testard,” said the duchess one day
to her despised attendant. De Launay did write; and her letter, though
brief, was such a finished composition, such an admirable mixture of
delicate reproof and delicate praise, that, in the course of a few days,
innumerable copies of it were spread throughout Paris. She, meanwhile,
was unconscious of the effect which she had produced, till she was
apprised of it by the duchess’s visitors, who overwhelmed her with
compliments and attentions.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account