friends time to defend him if the attack should be made, to guard him against the first stroke of a dagger by making him wear a breastplate.  I was directed to get one made in my apartments:  it was composed of fifteen folds of Italian taffety, and formed into an under-waistcoat and a wide belt.  This breastplate was tried; it resisted all thrusts of the dagger, and several balls were turned aside by it.  When it was completed the difficulty was to let the King try it on without running the risk of being surprised.  I wore the immense heavy waistcoat as an under-petticoat for three days without being able to find a favourable moment.  At length the King found an opportunity one morning to pull off his coat in the Queen’s chamber and try on the breastplate.

The Queen was in bed; the King pulled me gently by the gown, and drew me as far as he could from the Queen’s bed, and said to me, in a very low tone of voice:  “It is to satisfy her that I submit to this inconvenience:  they will not assassinate me; their scheme is changed; they will put me to death another way.”  The Queen heard the King whispering to me, and when he was gone out she asked me what he had said.  I hesitated to answer; she insisted that I should, saying that nothing must be concealed from her, and that she was resigned upon every point.

When she was informed of the King’s remark she told me she had guessed it, that he had long since observed to her that all which was going forward in France was an imitation of the revolution in England in the time of Charles I., and that he was incessantly reading the history of that unfortunate monarch in order that he might act better than Charles had done at a similar crisis.  “I begin to be fearful of the King’s being brought to trial,” continued the Queen; “as to me, I am a foreigner; they will assassinate me.  What will become of my poor children?”

These sad ejaculations were followed by a torrent of tears.  I wished to give her an antispasmodic; she refused it, saying that only happy women could feel nervous; that the cruel situation to which she was reduced rendered these remedies useless.  In fact, the Queen, who during her happier days was frequently attacked by hysterical disorders, enjoyed more uniform health when all the faculties of her soul were called forth to support her physical strength.

I had prepared a corset for her, for the same purpose as the King’s under-waistcoat, without her knowledge; but she would not make use of it; all my entreaties, all my tears, were in vain.  “If the factions assassinate me,” she replied, “it will be a fortunate event for me; they will deliver me from a most painful existence.”  A few days after the King had tried on his breastplate I met him on a back staircase.  I drew back to let him pass.  He stopped and took my hand; I wished to kiss his; he would not suffer it, but drew me towards him by the hand, and kissed both my cheeks without saying a single word.