“Well, then, monsieur la France,” replied I, assuming also a scolding tone, “I will give you satisfaction. Choose your time, weapons, and place; I will meet you, and we shall see whether you have courage to kill a woman who lives for you only, and whom you render the most miserable creature in existence.”
Louis XV gave me a kiss, and laughingly said, “I ought to make you sleep in the Bastille to-night.”
“I am then more merciful than you, for I think I shall make you sleep in the couch you love best.”
This reply amused the king excessively, and he himself proposed to send for madame de Bearn. I should speak of my presentation before him, and then without making any positive concession, he would see what could be done to satisfy her.
For want of any other, I accepted this mezzo termine.
CHAPTER XII
The comtesse de Bearn—The supper—Louis XV—Intrigues
against my presentation—M. de Roquelaure—The scalded foot—
The comtesse d’Aloigny—The duc d’Aiguillon and madame de
Bearn—Anger of the king’s daughters—Madame Adélaïde and
the comtesse du Barry—Dissatisfaction of the king
M. Morand was again put in requisition, and went from me to ask madame de Bearn to come and sup at my apartments. We were in committee—my sisters-in-law, myself, and comte Jean. The comtesse made some difficulties at first, under pretence that she was afraid to refuse me a second time. Our messenger assured her by saying, that a supper would not bind her to any thing, and that she should still be at liberty to give any reply she pleased. Madame de Bearn allowed herself to be persuaded, and sent me word that she would accept my invitation. She would have reflected twice before she so far committed herself, had she at all suspected the turn we meant to serve her. But I saw by the wording of her note, that she still hoped that the king would be induced to grant me the written promise which I asked for her.
She came. I received her with all possible courtesy, and yet not with much heartiness. I could not help remembering the vexatious terms she set upon her complaisance. However, the supper was gay enough, comte Jean and my sisters-in-law, who knew very well how to dissemble, did the honors in a most agreeable way. On leaving table we went into the drawing-room, and then began to discuss the serious question which had brought us together. At the first words which comte Jean uttered, madame de Bearn, taking my hands with a respectful familiarity, said to me:—“I hope, madame, that you will not have a bad opinion of me, if I put such conditions to my desire of obliging you. The situation of my family requires it, but it is only a trifle for the king to grant.”