they have not died for a princess so worthy as your Majesty," she
said. "What I have done for these brave men is only what they
have merited. I consoled them, and I respect their wounds when
I think, Madame, that without their devotion, your Majesty would
no longer be alive. Lucienne is yours, Madame, for was it not
your beneficence which gave it to me? All I possess has come to
me through the royal family. I have too much loyalty to forget it."

But negro Zamor became a citizen like Mirabeau. It was Zamor who
took to Du Barry her lover's head. It was Zamor who denounced her
at the club of the Jacobins. "The fealty (faith) of the black man is
white," said the negro. But he learned how to make it red. Jeanne
was imprisoned and tried before Dumas.

"Your age?"

"Forty-two years." She was really forty-seven. Coquetry even
at the guillotine.

The public accuser, Fouquier Tinville, was not disarmed by the
sweet voluptuousness still possessed by this pale and already
fading beauty. He accused her of treason against the nation.
Could the defender of Du Barry, who had also defended Marie
Antoinette, find an eloquent word? No; Fouquier Tinville was
more eloquent than Chauveau-Lagarde. So the mistress of Louis
was condemned. It was eleven o'clock in the evening--the hour
for supper at Versailles when she was queen!

She passed the night in prayer and weeping, or rather in a frenzy
of fright. In the morning she said it was "too early to die"; she