whom she was habitually betraying.  She acted as spy for M. d’Argenson, in the cabinets, and in Madame de Pompadour’s apartments; and, when she could discover nothing, she had recourse to her invention, in order that she might not lose her importance with her lover.  This Madame d’Estrades owed her whole existence to the bounties of Madame, and yet, ugly as she was, she had tried to get the King away from her.  One day, when he had got rather drunk at Choisy (I think, the only time that ever happened to him), he went on board a beautiful barge, whither Madame, being ill of an indigestion, could not accompany him.  Madame d’Estrades seized this opportunity.  She got into the barge, and, on their return, as it was dark, she followed the King into a private closet, where he was believed to be sleeping on a couch, and there went somewhat beyond any ordinary advances to him.  Her account of the matter to Madame was, that she had gone into the closet upon her own affairs, and that the King had followed her, and had tried to ravish her.  She was at full liberty to make what story she pleased, for the King knew neither what he had said, nor what he had done.  I shall finish this subject by a short history concerning a young lady.  I had been, one day, to the theatre at Compiegne.  When I returned, Madame asked me several questions about the play; whether there was much company, and whether I did not see a very beautiful girl.  I replied, “That there was, indeed, a girl in a box near mine, who was surrounded by all the young men about the Court.”  She smiled, and said, “That is Mademoiselle Dorothee; she went, this evening, to see the King sup in public, and to-morrow she is to be taken to the hunt.  You are surprised to find me so well informed, but I know a great deal more about her.  She was brought here by a Gascon, named Dubarre or Dubarri, who is the greatest scoundrel in France.  He founds all his hopes of advancement on Mademoiselle Dorothee’s charms, which he thinks the King cannot resist.  She is, really, very beautiful.  She was pointed out to me in my little garden, whither she was taken to walk on purpose.  She is the daughter of a water-carrier, at Strasbourg, and her charming lover demands to be sent Minister to Cologne, as a beginning.”  “Is it possible, Madame, that you can have been rendered uneasy by such a creature as that?” “Nothing is impossible,” replied she; “though I think the King would scarcely dare to give such a scandal.  Besides, happily, Lebel, to quiet his conscience, told the King that the beautiful Dorothee’s lover is infected with a horrid disease;” and, added he, “Your Majesty would not get rid of that as you have done of the scrofula.”  This was quite enough to keep the young lady at a distance.