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The Aftermath
VERSAILLES GAZETTE No.33: Masquerade madness
The masquerade saw the ladies turn out in their finest gowns, wigs and jewels, each skilfully concealed behind a mask… and yet somehow, it was clear who was who. Her grace Duchesse de Chartres wore a startling wig, clearly of great value as it required a man o’ war atop it for protection.
Once again, Mlle d’Ollières was dressed in mourning for some unknown tragedy – believe us, your Chef de la rédaction tried many times to ascertain the nature of her anguish, but was just rebuffed by a series of impertinent counter questions. Not so much can be said about the men, because they were sadly in short supply with only the Maison d’Amboise supplying any gentlemen, in the guise of the Comte de la Rochelle and late arrival the Comte d’Orsay.
Although the Comte de la Rochelle danced a spirited Chaconne, it clearly was not enough to keep such an august assembly of ladies happy and some were clearly drowning their disappointment with champagne. Several seemed to be a bit unsteady on their feet, but the prize goes to the Comtesse de Gramont for managing to send a vase crashing down with flowers flying in all directions. When they eventually arrived, the Comte d’Orsay and Mlle. Angelique d’Estrée were like two lovers, once again, as they were before a certain fateful hunt, and danced the Chaconne together without a care for the steady emptying of the hall of mirrors until only they, Mlle Isabelle d’Amboise and Mlle d’Ollières were left. Who knows when they stopped or what will happen when the Comte de Nancay is next around?
The masquerade saw the ladies turn out in their finest gowns, wigs and jewels, each skilfully concealed behind a mask… and yet somehow, it was clear who was who. Her grace Duchesse de Chartres wore a startling wig, clearly of great value as it required a man o’ war atop it for protection.
Once again, Mlle d’Ollières was dressed in mourning for some unknown tragedy – believe us, your Chef de la rédaction tried many times to ascertain the nature of her anguish, but was just rebuffed by a series of impertinent counter questions. Not so much can be said about the men, because they were sadly in short supply with only the Maison d’Amboise supplying any gentlemen, in the guise of the Comte de la Rochelle and late arrival the Comte d’Orsay.
Although the Comte de la Rochelle danced a spirited Chaconne, it clearly was not enough to keep such an august assembly of ladies happy and some were clearly drowning their disappointment with champagne. Several seemed to be a bit unsteady on their feet, but the prize goes to the Comtesse de Gramont for managing to send a vase crashing down with flowers flying in all directions. When they eventually arrived, the Comte d’Orsay and Mlle. Angelique d’Estrée were like two lovers, once again, as they were before a certain fateful hunt, and danced the Chaconne together without a care for the steady emptying of the hall of mirrors until only they, Mlle Isabelle d’Amboise and Mlle d’Ollières were left. Who knows when they stopped or what will happen when the Comte de Nancay is next around?
