was soon forgotten, and when the Princess entered the Cour du Cheval-
Blanc at Fontainebleau, in her state coach and eight, amidst the roar of
cannon and the beating of drums, we all went down the great staircase to
receive her, with the King at our head, just like the great lords going
down the staircase at Chenonceaux in the second act of the Huguenots. It
was Champs-Elysees, and through the Gardens to the Tuileries, we on
horseback and the Princesses in the state carriages, with the Orleans
state liveries, surrounded by an immense multitude of people, all the
women in brilliant spring toilettes, and in the loveliest weather, was a
splendid sight too. Then there was a very fine ball at the Hotel de
Ville--rather clouded, though, by a prediction coming from all quarters,
that it would be the occasion of another attempt on my father.

Old Prince Talleyrand, who was almost dying, begged my eldest brother to
go and see him, so that he might add his warning to all the others.
Raising himself to a sitting posture, and with death in his face, he
said: "It won't be a knife or a pistol, it will be a hail of paving-
stones thrown from the roofs, which will crush you all!" We were
grateful for the warning, and we were glad it did not come to pass.
Nothing happened, either in the street or at the ball, where we were
surrounded by an army of chosen 'guests,' and from which we were driven
back at a great pace, escorted by squadrons of cuirassiers, who
glittered in the torchlight. But the crowning point of the fetes was the
inauguration of the Versailles Museum, that museum and dedicated by my
father "To all the Glories of France!" Others besides himself have given
the sadness of irony to that inscription! Every revolution must be paid
for with a price!

On the occasion of this inauguration the King gave a dinner to twelve
hundred people in the galleries of the Palace. Each of us had to preside