She was a brunette of ordinary height, but with a beautiful figure, and pretty feet and hands, her whole person full of grace, and was indeed perfectly charming in all respects, and, besides, united with most enticing coquetry every accomplishment, danced with much grace, played on several instruments, and was full of intelligence; in fact, she had received that kind of showy education which forms the most charming mistresses and the worst wives.  The Emperor told me one day, at eight o’clock in the evening, to seek her at her mother’s, to bring her and return at eleven o’clock at latest.  My visit caused no surprise; and I saw that these ladies had been forewarned, no doubt by their obliging patron, for they awaited me with an impatience they did not seek to conceal.  The young person was dazzling with ornaments and beauty, and the mother radiant with joy at the idea of the honor destined for her daughter.  I saw well that she imagined the Emperor could not fail to be captivated by so many charms, and that he would be seized with a great passion; but all this was only a dream, for the Emperor was amorous only when all things suited.  However, we arrived at Saint-Cloud at eleven o’clock, and entered the chateau by the orangery, for fear of indiscreet eyes.  As I had a pass-key to all the gates of the chateau, I conducted her into the Emperor’s apartments without being seen by any one, where she remained about three hours.  At the end of this time I escorted her to her home, taking the same precautions on leaving the chateau.

This young person, whom the Emperor had since seen three or four times at most, also came to Fontainebleau, accompanied by her mother; but, being unable to see his Majesty, this lady, like the Countess Walewska, determined to make the voyage to the Island of Elba, where it is said the Emperor married Mademoiselle L——­ to a colonel of artillery.

What I have just written has carried me back almost unconsciously to happier times.  It is necessary, however, to return to the sad stay at Fontainebleau; and, after what I have said of the dejection in which the Emperor lived, it is not surprising that, overwhelmed by such crushing blows, his mind was not disposed to gallantry.  It seems to me I can still see the evidences of the gloomy melancholy which devoured him; and in the midst of so many sorrows the kindness of heart of the man seemed to increase in proportion to the sufferings of the dethroned sovereign.  With what amenity he spoke to us in these last days!  He then frequently deigned to question me as to what was said of recent events.  With my usual artless candor I related to him exactly what I had heard; and I remember that one day, having told him I had heard many persons remark that the continuation of the last wars which had been so fatal to us was generally attributed to the Duke of Bassano, “They do poor Maret gross injustice,” said he.  “They accuse him wrongfully.  He has never done anything but execute orders which I gave.”  Then, according to his usual habit, when he had spoken to me a moment of these serious affairs, he added, “What a shame! what humiliation!  To think that I should have in my very palace itself a lot of foreign emissaries!”