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The interview closed to the mutual satisfaction of the King and his grandson, neither of them with the slightest idea of any more serious calamity than the quarrels at court between the Houses of Lorraine and Savoy being likely to interfere with the secure and magnificent tranquillity of their lives. But it wanted only eighteen years and a few months to the fall of the Bastille, and though the small-pox cut short the life of Louis XV. before the evil days, they were seen by many of his courtiers as old or older than himself.¤¥¥¥¤¥Ù¤¦ÑAmong the new friends she found most interesting was Angelica Kaufmann, who lived in Rome, and whose acquaintance she had long desired to make. That distinguished artist was then about fifty years old; her health had suffered from the troubles caused by her unfortunate marriage with an adventurer who had ruined her earlier years. She was now the wife of an architect, whom Lisette pronounced to be like her homme d’affaires. Sympathetic, gentle, and highly cultivated, Lisette found her conversation extremely interesting, although the calmness and absence of enthusiasm in her character contrasted strongly with her own ardent, imaginative nature. She showed her several both of her finished pictures and sketches, of which Lisette preferred the latter, the colour being richer and more forcible.Øí¥¤¤ÍThey were not long left in peace. War was declared with France, and all refugees were ordered to retire inland for greater security.¥¤¤¤ï¹

And the loyal subjects joined in supplication for the captive, desolate child who was now Louis XVII.¬¤¤¤Dissipated, unscrupulous, with no money and owing 200,000 écus, the new Contr?leur-général des Finances found an empty treasury, an enormous mass of debt, alarm and perplexity in the Government, and gathering fury and suspicion amongst the populace.¥¥¤Ú²�¤Å¥¥¤ê¥¥¤¤¥Ç£

The conversation was presently interrupted by a young man whom nobody seemed to know.¤¥¥¥²Âª¤¤¥Ï³¥Her last and only constant love affair was with the poet Lemercier, whose devotion never changed until her death in 1820, when she was forty-two years of age.¤¤¤¤§¥¤¥æ¤[128]¤çØ×äòÞÖ¥ð¥Ø

It was a thousand pities that they did not emigrate like the rest, but as they were not actually proscribed, they did not like to leave the old Duke and Duchess de Noailles, who were feeble and dependent on their care.ôƸ¥¥¥¤¥¡¤¥�¦¤¼Ï¦¥¸¤¥´�¥Êõ¥Ã¤

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As time went on and affairs became more and more menacing, Mme. Le Brun began to consider the advisability of leaving the country, and placing herself and her child out of the reach of the dangers and calamities evidently not far distant.¥îàÎæ“A quinze ans,” said the old soldier, firmly, “j’ai monté à l’assaut pour mon roi; à prés de quatre-vingts ans je monterai à l’échafaud pour mon Dieu.”¥¸æIt was in the days when the Queen was giving fêtes at Trianon, when the court quarrelled about the music of Gluck and Piccini, and listened to the marvels related by the Comte de Saint-Germain, when every one talked about nature, and philosophy, and virtue, and the rights of man, while swiftly and surely the Revolution was drawing near.¥¤Ë¥¥éÛ©í¢À¹

�窿¥£¥Ú¥ÆÛ¤²�å¥È¤Severe as was her loss to Pauline a more terrible calamity happened to her in 1824, in the death of her only son Attale, who was killed by an accident when out shooting, leaving a young wife and children to her care.󤤤¤¥ïÓ