When it is completed, I will put it all in a sealed envelope; I only want your highness to tell me to whom I must deliver the parcel." "Either to me or to Madame de Polignac, if you know her." "Yes, madam, I have the honour to know her." The duchess handed me a small tinder-box to enable me to light a wax-candle, and she went away with Camille.

I remained alone locked up in the room, and at the end of three hours, just as I had completed my task, Madame de Polignac came for the parcel and I left the palace.
The Duchess de Chartres, daughter of the Prince of Conti, was twenty-six years of age.

She was endowed with that particular sort of wit which renders a woman adorable.

She was lively, above the prejudices of rank, cheerful, full of jest, a lover of pleasure, which she preferred to a long life.

"Short and sweet," were the words she had constantly on her lips.