Some ladies about the Court write to me that nothing can equal their grief.

As long as the coffin remained in the chapel at Neuilly, the members of the family were incessantly kneeling by the side of it, praying and weeping.

The King so far mastered his feelings, that whenever he had official duties to perform, he was sufficiently composed to perform _son metier de Roi_.

But when the painful task was done he would rush to the chapel, and weep over the dead body of his son, till the whole palace rang with his cries and lamentations.

When the body was removed from Neuilly to Notre Dame, the scene at Neuilly was truly heartrending.