From the Petit Pont to the rue
Mouffetard, madame Gaubert was talked of for her lovely face and
beautiful figure; she was the Venus of the quarter. Everybody
paid court to her, but she listened to none of her own rank, for
her vanity suggested that she deserved suitors of a loftier rank.
Her husband was very jealous. Unfortunately M. Gaubert had for
cousin one of the valets of the king: this an, who knew the taste
of his master, thought how he could best turn his pretty cousin
to account. He spoke to her of the generosity of Louis XV, of
the grandeur of Versailles, and of the part which her beauty
entitled her to play there. In fact, he so managed to turn the
head of this young woman, that she begged him to obtain for her
a place in the king's favor. Consequently Girard (that was his
name) went to madame de Laugeac, and told her the affair as it
was. She pleased with an opportunity of injuring me, went to
Paris, and betook herself
to the shop of madame Gaubert.
She found her charming, and spoke of her to the duc de la
Vrilliere, and both agreed to show her portrait to his majesty.
But how to procure this portrait? Her husband was her very shadow,
and never left her. , who was never at a loss,
issued a against him, and the unfortunate man
was shut up in Fort l'Eveque.
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