Le Mercier would be only too glad to send La Pompadour red-hot
information of such an important secret as that of Caroline, and she
would reward it as good service to the King and to herself.
Deschenaux was incapable of keeping a secret of any kind when he got
drunk, or in a passion, which was every day. His rapacity reached
to the very altar. He would rob a church, and was one who would
rather take by force than favor. He would strike a Montagnais who
would ask for a blanket more than he had cheated him with. He would
not trust Deschenaux.
De Pean, the quiet fox, was wanted to look after that desperate
gallant, Le Gardeur de Repentigny, who was still in the Palace, and
must be kept there by all the seductions of wine, dice, and women,
until we have done with him. De Pean was the meanest spirit of them
all. "He would kiss my foot in the morning and sell me at night for
a handful of silver," said Bigot. Villains, every one of them, who
would not scruple to advance their own interests with La Pompadour
by his betrayal in telling her such a secret as that of Caroline's.
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