A debutante, as beautiful as she was clever, was drawing the entire capital to the Comedie Francaise.  She obtained especial applause in the difficult part of Phedre.  My friends spoke marvels of it, and wished to take me there with them.  Their box was engaged.  We arrived as the curtain was going up.  As I took my seat I noticed a certain stir in the orchestra and pit.  The majority of glances were directed at my box, in which my apparition had attracted curiosity.  I carried my fan to my face, under the pretext of the excessive glow of the lights.  Immediately several voices were to be heard:  “Take away the fan, if you please.”  The young and foolish applauded this audacity; but all the better part disapproved.

The actress mentioned came on the scene and brought the incident to an end.  Although deeply moved by what had occurred, I paid great attention to the magnificent part of Phedre, which often excited my admiration and profound pity.  At some passages, which every one knows by heart, two or three insolent persons abandoned themselves to a petty war of allusions, and accenting these aggressive phrases with their applause, succeeded in directing general attention to me.  Officers of the service noticed this beginning of disorder, and probably were concerned at my embarrassment.  Some Gardes Francais were called within the barrier of the parterre in order to restrain the disturbers.  Suddenly a very lively quarrel broke out in the centre.  Two young men with great excitement had come to blows, and soon we saw them sally forth with the openly expressed intention of settling their quarrel on the field.

Was it my name, or a contest as to the talent of the actress, which caused this commotion?  My nephew, De Mortemart, was concerned for me, and the Comte de Marcilly assured us that all these wrangles were solely with regard to the wife of Theseus.

Between the two pieces our company learnt that a gentleman from the provinces had insulted my name, and a body-guard, out of uniform, had taken this insult for himself; they had gone out to have an explanation.

The following day a religious minim of the House of Chaillot came to inform me of the state of affairs.  The Baron de Monclar, of the body-guards of the King, had taken sanctuary in their monastery, after having killed, in lawful duel, beneath the outer walls of the Bois du Boulogne, the imprudent young man who, the night before, at the play, had exposed me to the censure of the public.  M. de Monclar was quite prepared for the inflexible severity of the King, as well as for the uselessness of my efforts.  He only begged me to procure him a disguise of a common sort, so that he might immediately embark from the neighbourhood of Gainville or Bordeaux, and make for England or Spain; every moment was precious.