The Du Barry alone--a sinner without redemption.
She saw the people in the square of Louis XV; she struck her
breast three times and murmured: "It is my fault!" But this
Christian resignation abandoned her when she mounted the
scaffold--there where the statue of Louis XV had been--and she
implored of the executioner:
"One moment, Mr. Executioner! One moment more!"
But the executioner was pitiless Sanson. It was block and the
knife--without the "one moment!"
Such was the last bed of the Du Barry. Had the almanac of Liege
only predicted to her that the one who would lead her to her bed
for the last time would not be a King but a citizen executioner, it
might have been--but why moralize?
Robert Arnot
little to differentiate it from the life of an ordinary
courtezan, the editor has deemed it best to confine the
memoirs to the years in her life which helped to make
history.
<--Editor*>
*"Editor here means the author, who is assuming
the persona of the editor of the Comtesse's memoirs.
CHAPTER I
Letter from Lebel--Visit from Lebel--Nothing conclusive--Another
visit from Lebel--Invitation to sup with the king--Instructions of
the comte Jean to the comtesse
One morning comte Jean entered my apartment, his face beaming
with delight.
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