During this time M. le Duc d’Orleans and M. le Duc spoke to each other near the window and the ordinary entrance door; the Keeper of the Seals, who was near, joined them.  At this moment M. le Duc turned round a little, which gave me the opportunity to make signs to him of the other conference, which he immediately saw.  I was alone, near the Council table, very attentive to everything, and the others scattered about began to become more so.  A little while after the Duc du Maine placed himself where he had been previously:  the two he quitted remained as before.  M. du Maine was thus again in front of me, the table between us:  I observed that he had a bewildered look, and that he spoke to himself more than ever.

The Comte de Toulouse arrived as the Regent had just quitted the two persons with whom he had been talking.  The Comte de Toulouse was in his mantle, and saluted the company with a grave and meditative manner, neither accosting nor accosted:  M. le Duc d’Orleans found himself in front of him and turned towards me, although at some distance, as though to testify his trouble.  I bent my head a little while looking fixedly at him, as though to say, “Well, what then?”

A short time afterwards the Comte de Toulouse had a conversation with his brother, both speaking with agitation and without appearing to agree very well.  Then the Count approached M. le Duc d’Orleans, who was talking again to M. le Duc, and they spoke at some length to each other.  As their faces were towards the wall, nothing but their backs could be seen, no emotion and scarcely a gesture was visible.

The Duc du Maine had remained where he had spoken to his brother.  He seemed half dead, looked askance upon the company with wandering eyes, and the troubled agitated manner of a criminal, or a man condemned to death.  Shortly afterwards he became pale as a corpse, and appeared to me to have been taken ill.

He crawled to the end of the table, during which the Comte de Toulouse came and said a word to the Regent, and began to walk out of the room.

All these movements took place in a trice.  The Regent, who was near the King’s armchair, said aloud, “Now, gentlemen, let us take our places.”  Each approached to do so, and as I looked behind mine I saw the, two brothers at the, door as though about to leave the room.  I leaped, so to speak, between the King’s armchair and M. le Duc d’Orleans, and whispered in the Regent’s ear so as not to be heard by the Prince de Conti: 

“Monsieur, look at them.  They are going.”

“I know it,” he replied tranquilly.

“Yes,” I exclaimed with animation, “but do you know what they will do when they are outside.”

“Nothing at all,” said he:  “the Comte de Toulouse has asked me for permission to go out with his brother; he has assured me that they will be discreet.”

“And if they are not?” I asked.

“They will be.  But if they are not, they will be well looked after.”