My son wished by sending an embassy to give a public proof how much he wished for a reconciliation between the members of the Royal Family of England, but it was declined.

The goldsmiths will work no longer, for they charge their goods at three times more than they are worth, on account of the bank-notes.  I have often wished those bank-notes were in the depths of the infernal regions; they have given my son much more trouble than relief.  I know not how many inconveniences they have caused him.  Nobody in France has a penny; but, saving your presence, and to speak in plain palatine, there is plenty of paper

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It is singular enough that my son should only become so firmly attached to his black Parabere, when she had preferred another and had formally dismissed him.

Excepting the affair with Parabere, my son lives upon very good terms with his wife, who for her part cares very little about it; nothing is so near to her heart as her brother, the Duc du Maine.  In a recent quarrel which she had with my son on this subject, she said she would retire to Rambouillet or Montmartre.  “Wherever you please,” he replied; “or wherever you think you will be most comfortable.”  This vexed her so mach that she wept day and night about it.

On the 17th of June, while I was at the Carmelites, Madame de Chateau-Thiers came to see me, and said to me, “M. de Simiane is come from the Palais Royal; and he thinks it fit you should know that on your return you will find all the courts filled with the people who, although they do not say anything, will not disperse.  At six o’clock this morning they brought in three dead bodies which M. Le Blanc has had removed.  M. Law has taken refuge in the Palais Royal:  they have done him no harm; but his coach man was stoned as he returned, and the carriage broken to pieces.  It was the coachman’s fault, who told them ‘they were a rabble, and ought to be hanged.’” I saw at once that it would not do to seem to be intimidated, so I ordered the coach to be driven to the Palais Royal.  There was such a press of carriages that I was obliged to wait a full hour before I reached the rue Saint-Honore; then I heard the people talking:  they did not say anything against my son; they gave me several benedictions, and demanded that Law should be hanged.  When I reached the Palais Royal all was calm again.  My son came to me, and in the midst of my anxiety he was perfectly tranquil, and even made me laugh.

M. Le Blanc went with great boldness into the midst of the irritated populace and harangued them.  He had the bodies of the men who had been crushed to death in the crowd brought away, and succeeded in quieting them.

My son is incapable of being serious and acting like a father with his children; he lives with them more like a brother than a father.