While I was able to bestow some amount of patronage for some tidy sums, not to mention the occasional- and lucrative- games of chance, those gentlemen who managed my considerable estate were not averse to chiding me for such excess. They urged that I bring the spending under control, and begged that I pressure Versailles to be more forthcoming with the resources needed to prepare the army for war.
So debts were quietly called upon to be made good, and understandings were negotiated with the mighty and influential. As well as with their wives & mistresses, for over the years one learns where true fountains of power and decision making lay. With such stratagems, and in the fullness of time, the carefully nurtured seeds of ambition bore their fruit.
As befitting the new status of the regiment (and in exchange for a considerable pecuniary gift of sundry movables) I was granted some small but fairly profitable holdings in the Aquitaine.
Furthermore, it was agreed that my eldest son was to be betrothed to the Duchesse de Limoger. A somewhat dim-witted young woman, but a niece of the King and the eldest of four children, all daughters; thus is the House of Bouillon-Cantinat to find itself tied to that of the Bourbons.
The price of such arrangements was dear. A further reduction of a stock of the best vintage St. Vignobles had to offer, some sudden (and calculated) desertion of skill and luck on my part at the card table, and a tacit agreement that the regiment was to expect no financial support from Versailles other than that of pay (when available), arms, and equipment. But as these were already less than forthcoming I felt it a very practical solution and a pleasing outcome to me, one which would bring further lustre to the already brilliant stars in the Bouillon-Cantinat firmament.
I myself performed the benediction over the new regimental drapeaux. These were designed by a most willing and appreciative Duchess D'Argenson and her daughter. In richness of fabric and in their embroidery the new colours were magnificent in execution, equally the rivals of those borne by the Gardes Francaises.
Dinner that evening was a sumptuous affair, in which the finest wines of St. Vignobles flowed like the melting snows of spring. This repast was accompanied by music provided by a party of musicians led by the esteemed M. Boismortier, as well as by the regimental hautbois. There was, of course, a display of fireworks followed by dancing, which was welcomed by the young officers of the army as being a rare opportunity for some pleasant dalliance.
The rest of the night was passed by games of vignt-et-un, in which I played with even more than my customary skill and ruthlessness in order to cover at least part the evening's expenses, which I woefully suspected would be prove to be a daunting sum.
Indeed, my chief comptroller had rather irritably begged me to excuse him from duty that evening, as he desired to retire to bed early with what he suspected to be a case of imminent apoplexy."