The Comtesse de Diane, sister of M. de Polignac, and the Baron de Besenval and M. de Vaudreuil, particular friends of the Polignac family, made use of means, the success of which was infallible.  One of my friends (Comte de Moustier), who was in their secret, came to tell me that Madame de Polignac was about to quit Versailles suddenly; that she would take leave of the Queen only in writing; that the Comtesse Diane and M. de Vaudreuil had dictated her letter, and the whole affair was arranged for the purpose of stimulating the attachment of Marie Antoinette.  The next day, when I went up to the palace, I found the Queen with a letter in her hand, which she was reading with much emotion; it was the letter from the Comtesse Jules; the Queen showed it to me.  The Countess expressed in it her grief at leaving a princess who had loaded her with kindness.  The narrowness of her fortune compelled her to do so; but she was much more strongly impelled by the fear that the Queen’s friendship, after having raised up dangerous enemies against her, might abandon her to their hatred, and to the regret of having lost the august favour of which she was the object.

This step produced the full effect that had been expected from it.  A young and sensitive queen cannot long bear the idea of contradiction.  She busied herself in settling the Comtesse Jules near her, by making such a provision for her as should place her beyond anxiety.  Her character suited the Queen; she had merely natural talents, no pedantry, no affectation of knowledge.  She was of middle size; her complexion very fair, her eyebrows and hair dark brown, her teeth superb, her smile enchanting, and her whole person graceful.  She was seen almost always in a demi-toilet, remarkable only for neatness and good taste.  I do not think I ever once saw diamonds about her, even at the climax of her fortune, when she had the rank of Duchess at Court.

I have always believed that her sincere attachment for the Queen, as much as her love of simplicity, induced her to avoid everything that might cause her to be thought a wealthy favourite.  She had not one of the failings which usually accompany that position.  She loved the persons who shared the Queen’s affections, and was entirely free from jealousy.  Marie Antoinette flattered herself that the Comtesse Jules and the Princesse de Lamballe would be her especial friends, and that she should possess a society formed according to her own taste.  “I will receive them in my closet, or at Trianon,” said she; “I will enjoy the comforts of private life, which exist not for us, unless we have the good sense to secure them for ourselves.”  The happiness the Queen thought to secure was destined to turn to vexation.  All those courtiers who were not admitted to this intimacy became so many jealous and vindictive enemies.