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She had found Grevy rather stiff and reserved said their conversation was absolutely banal. They spoke in French, and as Grevy knew nothing of England or the English, the interview couldn't have been interesting. We saw a great many people that last month, dined with all our colleagues of the diplomatic corps.
"These gloomy doctrines, now applauded in public meetings, have ruined this man. He has heard republicans even women, yes, women ask for the blood of M. Gambetta, the blood of M. Grevy; his weakened mind gave way; he wanted blood, the blood of a bourgeois! "It is not he whom you should condemn, gentlemen; it is the Commune!" Everywhere could be heard murmurs of assent.
I had nothing to do there were no introductions every one was announced, and they all walked straight up to Madame Grevy, who was very polite, got up for every one, men and women. It was rather an imposing circle that gathered around her Princess Hohenlohe, German ambassadress, sat on one side of her Marquise Molins, Spanish ambassadress, on the other.
Madame Grevy was very amiable, and sent us an invitation to breakfast.
In November, 1887, when all parties in France were anticipating the resignation of M. Grévy after the exposure of his son-in-law, the majority of Frenchmen, outside the Chamber of Deputies, dreaded the election of M. Jules Ferry to his place, and prophesied that it would be the signal for another civil war.
Neither W. nor Count de P. had got back from Versailles, but there were two telegrams the first one to say that the marshal had resigned, the second one that Grevy was named in his place, with a large majority.
He also made use of information that he obtained as son-in-law of the president to further his own interests, and once or twice he got M. Grévy into trouble by the unwarrantable publication of certain matters in a newspaper of which he was the proprietor. Besides this he was at the head of a great number of financial schemes, whose business he conducted under the roof of the Élysée.
They did not sleep, they did not eat, they took what they could find, a glass of water from time to time, a morsel of bread here and there. Madame Landrin gave us a basin of soup, Madame Grévy the remainder of a cold pie. We dined one evening on a little chocolate which a chemist had distributed in a barricade.
Both M. Grévy and Marshal MacMahon held their Cabinet meetings in that salle of the Élysée which is hung round with the portraits of sovereigns. Opposite to M. Grévy's chair hung a portrait of Queen Victoria; and it was remarked that he always gazed at her while his ministers discoursed around him.
It looked perfectly uncomfortable was large, with very high ceilings, stiff gilt furniture standing against the wall, and the heat something awful, a blazing fire in the chimney. Madame Grevy was sitting in an armchair, near the fire, a grey shawl on her shoulders and a lace fichu on her head. It was curiously unlike the bedroom I had just left. I had been to see a friend, who was also souffrante.
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