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Trembling for his <dear friend> M. de Sartines, he wrote to him in haste, but had not courage or talent enough to undertake the defence of the guilty person. The king came as usual; his general station was at the chimney-piece, where he amused himself with looking at the baubles that ornamented it. The "<Nouvelles a la Main>" fell in his way.
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.
These last words annoyed M. de Duras, between whom and M. de Sartines there was a connection: the duke was indebted to the lieutenant-general of police for the special surveillance which he kept over a young girl of whom he, the duc de Duras, was foolishly enamoured.
Fancy such an one, and you will have before you la Mere Bompart, Pourvoyeuse en chef des celludes du Parc-aux-Cerfs. She was in correspondence with all sorts of persons, with the most celebrated appareilleuses, and of course with the most noted pimps. She treated Lebel as her equal, went familiarly to M. de Sartines and occasionally condescended to visit M. de Saint-Florentin.
"I will not conceal from you, sir, that he knows it all, and is greatly discontented with you. "I am lost then," said M. de Sartines. "Lost! not precisely," replied comte Jean; "but you must decide at once and for ever what party you will join. If you are with us they will use you harshly; if you take the opposite party look to yourself. Choose."
The sieur Ledoux The <lettre de cachet> The duc de la Vrilliere Madame de Langeac M. de Maupeou Louis XV The comte Jean On that very evening, the king having come to me, I said to him, "Sire, I have made acquaintance with M. de Sartines." "What! has he been to make friends with you?" "Something like it: but he has appeared to me less culpable than I thought.
M. de Sartines did not sleep on his post, but his researches were fruitless; and, on the following day, three successive messengers came to announce to us that they had as yet made no discovery. The day passed without bringing any fresh intelligence, and our anxiety increased daily.
"Madame," replied M. de Sartines, "even his majesty's high patronage cannot prevent a secret blow from some daring hand; a quarrel purposely got up; a beverage previously drugged; a fall from any of the bridges into the river; or, even the supposition of one found dead, having destroyed himself." "You make me shudder," said I, "in thus unveiling the extent of human depravity.
"My dear soul," said she to me one day, "have you ever inquired what became of the 100,000 livres given to madame Lorimer? she had no time to employ them in any way before her imprisonment in the Bastille. You ought to inquire into what hands they have fallen." I fully comprehended the drift of this question, which I put to M. de Sartines the first time I saw him.
It might cost him his place. 'The Police will do this or that, is easily said; the Police, the Police! But, my dear sir, the Marshal and the Ministerial Council do not know what the Police is. The Police alone knows the Police; but as for ours, only Fouche, Monsieur Lenoir, and Monsieur de Sartines have had any notion of it. Everything is changed now; we are reduced and disarmed!
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