Nothing about me bespoke that I was sprung from a vulgar stock, and thus scandal of that kind ceased from the day of my presentation; and public opinion having done me justice in this particular, slander was compelled to seek for food elsewhere.
That evening I had a large circle at my house. The chancellor, the bishop of Orleans, M. de Saint-Florentin, M. Bertin, the prince de Soubise, the ducs de Richelieu, de la Trimouille, de Duras, d’Aiguillon, and d’Ayen. This last did not hesitate to come to spy out all that passed in my apartments, that he might go and spread it abroad, augmented by a thousand malicious commentaries. I had also M. de Sartines, my brother-in-law, etc. The duc de la Vauguyon alone was absent. I knew beforehand that he would not come, and that it was a sacrifice which he thought himself compelled to make to the cabal. The ladies were mesdames de Bearn and d’Aloigny, with my sisters-in-law. Amongst the ladies presented they were the only ones with whom I had formed any intimacy; as for the rest I was always the “horrible creature,” of whom they would not hear on any account.
The king, on entering, embraced me before the whole party. “You are a charming creature,” said he to me, “and the brilliancy of your beauty has to-day reminded me of the device of my glorious ancestor.”
This was a flattering commencement; the rest of the company chimed in with their master, and each tried to take the first part in the chorus. The duc d’Ayen even talked of my grace of manner. “Ah, sir,” said I to him, “I have had time to learn it from Pharamond to the reigning king.”
This allusion was bitter, and did not escape the duke, who turned pale in spite of his presence of mind, on finding that I was aware of the malicious repartee which he had made to the king when talking of me, and which I have already mentioned to you. The chancellor said to me,
“You have produced a great effect, but especially have you triumphed over the cabal by the nobility of your manners and the dignity of your mien; and thus you have deprived it of one of its greatest engines of mischief, that of calumniating your person.”
“They imagined then,” said I to him, “that I could neither speak nor be silent, neither walk nor sit still.”
“As they wished to find you ignorant and awkward they have set you down as such. This is human nature: when we hate any one, we say they are capable of any thing; then, that they have become guilty of every thing; and, to wind up all, they adopt for truth to-day what they invented last night.”
“Were you not fearful?” inquired the king.
“Forgive me, sire,” I answered, “when I say that I feared lest I should not please your majesty; and I was excessively desirous of convincing mesdames of my respectful attachment.”