Boys will come after girls.[2]" And the same feeling was shared by the Parisians in general, and embodied by M.Imbert, a courtly poet, whose odes were greatly in vogue in the fashionable circles, in an epigram which was set to music and sung in the theatres.
"Pour toi, France, un dauphin doit naitre, Une Princesse vient pour en etre temoin, Sitot qu'on voit une grace paraitre, Croyez que l'amour n'est pas loin.[3]" Marie Antoinette herself was scarcely disappointed at all.

When the attendants brought her her babe, she pressed it to her bosom.

"Poor little thing," said she, "you are not what was desired, but you shall not be the less dear to me.

A son would have belonged to the State; you will be my own: you shall have all my care, you shall share my happiness and sweeten my vexations.[4]" The Count de Provence made no secret of his joy.

He was still heir presumptive to the throne.