sely it was not in consequence
of my vulgar education, but because the king liked such modes of
expression.

*Louis XV had a habit of making his own coffee after dinner.
One day the coffee boiled over the sides of the pot, and
madame du Barry cried out, "Eh, Lafrance, ton cafe f --- le
camp." (author)

Let me revert to my marriage, which was performed secretly at the parish
of Saint Laurent. I believe the king knew of it, altho' he never alluded
to it any more than myself. Thus the malice of my enemies was completely
balked in this affair. Some days afterwards comte Jean received a letter
from the attorney-general of the parliament of Toulouse, M. the marquis
de Bonrepos-Riquet. This gentleman informed my brother-in-law that he
had been applied to, to institute an inquiry at all the notaries, and
amongst all the registers of the parishes for the proof of my marriage;
that he warned us to be on our guard, and that whatever diligence he
might be desired to employ, he should do nothing without informing us.
We felt the obligation of this proceeding, and my brother-in-law thanked
the attorney-general in my name as well as in his own. He told him that
it was not at Toulouse that the parties interested should make their
researches for my marriage certificate, but at Paris, either at the
parish church of Saint Laurent, or at the notary's, Lepot d'Auteuil. M.
de Bonrepos gave part of this reply to the duchesse de Grammont. Great
was the bustle amongst the Choiseuls! I leave you to judge of the
fury of the lady or ladies, for the contesse de Grammont was no less
irritated than the other, always prepossessed with the idea, that to
please the king was to wrong their family. The comtesse de Grammont had
not half the talent of the duchesse, she had only her faults. She
showed herself so rude and impertinent towards me, that I was at length
compelled, not to exile her of my own accord, but to allow that she
should be so served. But I anticipate, for this did not occur until the
following year.

The king by all his kindnesses endeavored to recompense me for these
attacks: he appeared charmed to see me surrounded by my husband's
family. He placed amongst the pages the vicomte Adolphe du Barry, son of
comte Jean, a young man of great promise, but whose destiny was so brief
and so unfortunate. My husband's family testified much affection for
me, as did the duc d'Aiguillon, to whom I daily attached myself. He
care