With the Vernet family, too, she was on intimate terms. The landscape painter, Joseph Vernet, was always a kind friend to her. His son Charles, or Carle, as he was called, was also an artist, and his daughter milie, the wife of M. Chalgrin, was constantly at her house.
He was, in fact, a visionary, credulous enthusiast, with an overweening vanity and belief in his own importance; obstinate and self-confident to a degree that prevented his ever seeing the fallacy of his views. His own conceit, and the flattery and adulation of his family and friends, made him think that he, and no other, was the man to save and direct France. His very virtues and attractions [210] were mischievous in converting others to his unpractical and dangerous views.E. H. BearneAnother time a certain M. de Comminges, who had been with him at the cole militaire, in reply to his questionI hope not, said the Queen, we shall see. And she rang the bell. Campan, the King has an order to give you.
FORE:The Princess turned pale, trembled, and held out the gold, sayingIl lest, le fut, ou bien doit ltre,