His majesty entered the gallery with M.de Richelieu, and looked at the so-called Madame Querini.

But she very likely did not take his fancy, for, continuing to walk on, he addressed to the marshal these remarkable words, which Juliette must have overheard, "We have handsomer women here." In the afternoon I called upon the Venetian ambassador.

I found him in numerous company, with Madame Querini sitting on his right.

She addressed me in the most flattering and friendly manner; it was extraordinary conduct on the part of a giddy woman who had no cause to like me, for she was aware that I knew her thoroughly, and that I had mastered her vanity; but as I understood her manoeuvring I made up my mind not to disoblige her, and even to render her all the good offices I could; it was a noble revenge.
As she was speaking of M.Querini, the ambassador congratulated her upon her marriage with him, saying that he was glad M.Querini had rendered justice to her merit, and adding, "I was not aware of your marriage." "Yet it took place more than two years since," said Juliette.
"I know it for a fact," I said, in my turn; "for, two years ago, the lady was introduced as Madame Querini and with the title of excellency by General Spada to all the nobility in Cesena, where I was at that time." "I have no doubt of it," answered the ambassador, fixing his eyes upon me, "for Querini has himself written to me on the subject." A few minutes afterwards, as I was preparing to take my leave, the ambassador, under pretense of some letters the contents of which he wished to communicate to me, invited me to come into his private room, and he asked me what people generally thought of the marriage in Venice.
"Nobody knows it, and it is even rumoured that the heir of the house of Querini is on the point of marrying a daughter of the Grimani family; but I shall certainly send the news to Venice." "What news ?" "That Juliette is truly Madame Querini, since your excellency will present her as such to Louis XV." "Who told you so ?" "She did." "Perhaps she has altered her mind." I repeated to the ambassador the words which the king had said to M.de Richelieu after looking at Juliette.
"Then I can guess," remarked the ambassador, "why Juliette does not wish to be presented to the king." I was informed some time afterwards that M.de Saint Quentin, the king's confidential minister, had called after mass on the handsome Venetian, and had told her that the king of France had most certainly very bad taste, because he had not thought her beauty superior to that of several ladies of his court.

Juliette left Fontainebleau the next morning.
In the first part of my Memoirs I have spoken of Juliette's beauty; she had a wonderful charm in her countenance, but she had already used her advantages too long, and her beauty was beginning to fade when she arrived in Fontainebleau.
I met her again in Paris at the ambassador's, and she told me with a laugh that she had only been in jest when she called herself Madame Querini, and that I should oblige her if for the future I would call her by her real name of Countess Preati.