Hailed with enthusiasm by a perverse court and an ardent nation, she must have believed in the eternity of such sentiments.

She was lulled to sleep in the dissipations of the Trianon.

She had heard the first threatenings of the tempest without believing in its dangers: she had trusted in the love she inspired, and which she felt in her own heart.

The court had become exacting, the nation hostile.

The instrument of the intrigues of the court on the heart of the king, she had at first favoured and then opposed all reforms which prevented or delayed the crises that arose.
Her policy was but infatuation; her system but the perpetual abandonment of herself to every partisan who promised her the king's safety.