They inherited after each other as they died off, and seven or eight were already dead.  I returned to Madame de Pompadour, to whom I had written every day by Guimard.  The next day, the King sent for me into the room; he did not say a word as to the business I had been employed upon; but he gave me a large gold snuff-box, containing two rouleaux of twenty-five louis each.  I curtsied to him, and retired.  Madame asked me a great many questions of the young lady, and laughed heartily at her simplicity, and at all she had said about the Polish nobleman.  “He is disgusted with the Princess, and, I think, will return to Poland for ever, in two months.”  “And the young lady?” said I.  “She will be married in the country,” said she, “with a portion of forty thousand crowns at the most and a few diamonds.”  This little adventure, which initiated me into the King’s secrets, far from procuring for me increased marks of kindness from him, seemed to produce a coldness towards me; probably because he was ashamed of my knowing his obscure amours.  He was also embarrassed by the services Madame de Pompadour had rendered him on this occasion.

Besides the little mistresses of the Parc-aux-cerfs, the King had sometimes intrigues with ladies of the Court, or from Paris, who wrote to him.  There was a Madame de L——­, who, though married to a young and amiable man, with two hundred thousand francs a year, wished absolutely to become his mistress.  She contrived to have n meeting with him:  and the King, who knew who she was, was persuaded that she was really madly in love with him.  There is no knowing what might have happened, had she not died.  Madame was very much alarmed, and was only relieved by her death from inquietude.  A circumstance took place at this time which doubled Madame’s friendship for me.  A rich man, who had a situation in the Revenue Department, called on me one day very secretly, and told me that he had something of importance to communicate to Madame la Marquise, but that he should find himself very much embarrassed in communicating it to her personally, and that he should prefer acquainting me with it.  He then told me, what I already knew, that he had a very beautiful wife, of whom he was passionately fond; that having on one occasion perceived her kissing a little porte-feuille, he endeavoured to get possession of it, supposing there was some mystery attached to it.  One day that she suddenly left the room to go upstairs to see her sister, who had been brought to bed, he took the opportunity of opening the porte-feuille, and was very much surprised to find in it a portrait of the King, and a very tender letter written by His Majesty.  Of the latter he took a copy, as also of an unfinished letter of his wife, in which she vehemently entreated the King to allow her to have the pleasure of an interview—­the means she pointed out.  She was to go masked to the public ball at Versailles, where His Majesty could meet her under favour of a mask.  I assured M.