If we consider the morals of high society, we shall scarcely find one woman of rank who could cast a stone at Madame de Pompadour.  While admitting her moral shortcomings, it must nevertheless be acknowledged that she showed an exceptional ability in maintaining, for twenty years, her influence over such a man as Louis XV.  Such was the power of this woman, the daughter of a tradesman, mistress, king in all save title.  She was, however, less powerful than her successor,—­that successor who was less clever and less ambitious, who “never made the least scrupulous blush at the lowness of her origin and the irregularity of her life,”—­Mme. du Barry.

Mme. du Barry was the natural daughter of Anne Bequs, who was supported by M. Dumonceau, a rich banker at Paris.  The child was put into a convent, and, after passing through different phases of life, she was finally placed in a house of pleasure, where she captivated the Comte du Barry, at whose harem she became the favorite.  The count, who had once before tried to supply the king with a mistress, now planned for his favorite.  The king ordered the brother of Du Barry, Guillaume, to hasten to Paris to marry a lady of the king’s choice.  The girl’s name had been changed officially and by the clergy, and a dowry had been given her.  Thus was it possible for the king, after she had become the Comtesse du Barry, to take her as a mistress.  Her husband was sent back to Toulouse, where he was stationed, while his wife was lodged at Versailles, within easy access of the king’s own chamber.

After much intriguing and diplomacy on the part of her friends, especially Richelieu, she was to be presented at court.  The scene is well described by the De Goncourt brothers, and affords a truthful picture of court manners and customs of the latter part of the reign of Louis XV.: 

“The great day had arrived—­Paris was rushing to Versailles.  The presentation was to take place in the evening, after worship.  The hour was approaching.  Richelieu, filling his charge as first gentleman, was with the king, Choiseul was on the other side.  Both were waiting, counting the moments and watching the king.  The latter, ill at ease, restless, agitated, looked every minute at his watch.  He paced up and down, uttered indistinct words, was vexed at the noise at the gates and the avenues, the reason of which he inquired of Choiseul.  ’Sire, the people—­informed that to-day Mme. du Barry is to have the honor of being presented to Your Majesty—­have come from all parts to witness her entree, not being able to witness the reception Your Majesty will give her.’  The time has long since passed—­Mme. du Barry does not appear.  Choiseul (her enemy) and his friends radiate joy; Richelieu, in a corner of the room, feels assurance failing him.  The king goes to the window, looks into the night—­nothing.  Finally, he decides, he opens his mouth to countermand the presentation.  ’Sire, Mme. du Barry!’