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At first he selected his own mistresses, but afterwards he chose some one who took that trouble off his hands. Lebel became purveyor in chief to his pleasures; and controlled in Versailles the house known as the Parc-aux-Cerfs. As soon as the courtiers knew of the existence and purposes of this house, they intrigued for the control of it.
When he had left me, I told Le Duc to make all preparations for our leaving the next day after dinner. I went out early on the following day to take leave of everybody, and at noon Lebel came to take me to that sad repast, at which, however, I was not so sad as I had feared.
I soon discovered that he passed from the patronage of Lebel to that of Chamilly, and I was not slow in conjecturing that he joined to his avocations of censor and gazetteer that of purveyor to his majesty's <petits amours>.
Lebel came to pay me his respects while I was at table. I made him sit down, while I thanked him for procuring me a housekeeper who was all perfection. Lebel was a fine man, middle-aged, witty, and an excellent steward, though perfectly honest. "Which of you two," said he to me, "is the most taken in?" "We are equally pleased with each other," answered my charming housekeeper.
We entered into conversation, and I found that Lebel really thought me the sister-in-law of comte Jean; and I remarked the involuntary respect that attended even his familiarity. I left him in his error, which was material to my interests. He talked to me some time of my attractions, of the part which a female like myself might assume in France.
I supped with her and the Mother-Abbess, who was called Madame Bertrand. I had presented the aigrette Madame de Pompadour gave me before supper, which had greatly delighted the young lady, and she was in high spirits. Madame Bertrand had been housekeeper to M. Lebel, first valet de chambre to the King. He called her Dominique, and she was entirely in his confidence.
"No, certainly not; but you can send him a kind word, or some affectionate token." "I could not think of it; M. Lebel appeared to me a most agreeable man, and I shall be at all times delighted to see him." Morand asked nothing more than this, and there our conversation ended. Two days elapsed without being marked by any event. Comte Jean had spent them with much anxiety.
She gathered the two little ones around her. Then, with a cry like a wounded doe she ran quickly out of the room. As soon as the sound of the children's footsteps had died away down the corridor, Lebel turned with a grunt to his still silent companion. "And now, citizen Chauvelin," he said roughly, "perhaps you will be good enough to explain what is the meaning of all this tomfoolery."
At this, the mother, a woman of few words, took up the discourse in a polite and dignified manner, and told me it was my duty to undeceive Lebel before I left; and at the same time she gave me a letter she had had from him the evening before.
<As the early part of Madame du Barry's career had little to differentiate it from the life of an ordinary courtezan, the editor has deemed it best to confine the memoirs to the years in her life which helped to make history. Letter from Lebel Visit from Lebel Nothing conclusive Another visit from Lebel Invitation to sup with the king Instructions of the comte Jean to the comtesse
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