When everything was at an end M. de Saint-Aignan and I accompanied M. le Duc de Berry and M. le Duc d’Orleans in a coach to the Palais Royal.  On the way the conversation was very quiet.  M. le Duc de Berry appeared dispirited, embarrassed, and vexed.  Even after we had partaken of a splendid and delicate dinner, to which an immense number of other guests sat down, he did not improve.  We were conducted to the Porte Saint-Honore with the same pomp as that in the midst, of which we had entered Paris.  During the rest of the journey to Versailles M. le Duc de Berry was as silent as ever.

To add to his vexation, as soon as he arrived at Versailles the Princesse de Montauban, without knowing a word of what had passed, set herself to exclaim, with her usual flattery, that she was charmed with the grace and the appropriate eloquence with which he had spoken at the Parliament, and paraphrased this theme with all the praises of which it was susceptible.  M. le Duc de Berry blushed with vexation without saying a word; she recommenced extolling his modesty, he blushing the more, and saying nothing.  When at last he had got rid of her, he went to his own apartments, said not, a word to the persons he found there, scarcely one to Madame his wife, but taking Madame de Saint-Simon with him, went into his library, and shut himself up alone there with her.

Throwing himself into an armchair he cried out that he was dishonoured, and wept scalding tears.  Then he related to Madame de Saint-Simon, in the midst of sobs, how he had stuck fast at the Parliament, without being able to utter a word, said that he should everywhere be regarded as an ass and a blockhead, and repeated the compliments he had received from Madame de Montauban, who, he said, had laughed at and insulted him, knowing well what had happened; then, infuriated against her to the last degree, he called her by all sots of names.  Madame de Saint-Simon spared no exertion in order to calm M. de Berry, assuring him that it was impossible Madame de Montauban could know what had taken place at the Parliament, the news not having then reached Versailles, and that she had had no other object than flattery in addressing him.  Nothing availed.  Complaints and silence succeeded each other in the midst of tears.  Then, suddenly falling upon the Duc de Beauvilliers and the King, and accusing the defects of his education:  “They thought only;” he exclaimed, “of making me stupid, and of stifling all my powers.  I was a younger son.  I coped with my brother.  They feared the consequences; they annihilated me.  I was taught only to play and to hunt,:  and they have succeeded in making me a fool and an ass, incapable of anything, the laughing-stock and disdain of everybody.”  Madame de Saint-Simon was overpowered with compassion, and did everything to calm M. de Berry.  Their strange tete-a-tete lasted nearly two hours, and resumed the next day but with less violence.  By degrees M. le Duc de Berry became consoled, but never afterwards did any one dare to speak to him of his misadventure at the peace ceremony.