"And during his absence he takes his sweetheart from him?"
"Yes; and, will you believe it? the silly fellow, instead of thanking the king, is making himself miserable."
"What! thank the king for depriving him of the woman he loves! Really, sire, yours is a most ungallant speech."
"But, pray understand me. If she whom the king had run off with was either a Miss Grafton or a Miss Stewart, I should not be of his opinion; nay, I should even think him not half wretched enough; but she is a little, thin, lame thing. Deuce take such fidelity as that! Surely, one can hardly understand how a man can refuse a girl who is rich for one who is poverty itself--a girl who loves him for one who deceives and betrays him."
"Do you think that Mary seriously wishes to please the vicomte, sire?"
"I do, indeed."
"Very good! the vicomte will settle down in England, for Mary has a clear head, and when she fixes her mind upon anything, she does so thoroughly."
"Take care, my dear Miss Stewart; if the vicomte has any idea of adopting our country, he has not long to do so, for it was only the day before yesterday that he again asked me for permission to leave."
"Which you refused him, I suppose?"
"I should think so, indeed; my royal brother is far too anxious for his absence; and, for myself, my _amour propre_ is enlisted on his side, for I will never have it said that I had held out as a bait to this young man the n.o.blest and gentlest creature in England--"
"You are very gallant, sire," said Miss Stewart, with a pretty pout.
"I do not allude to Miss Stewart, for she is worthy of a king"s devotion; and since she has captivated me I trust that no one else will be caught by her; I say, therefore, finally, that the attention I have shown this young man will not have been thrown away; he will stay with us here, he will marry here, or I am very much mistaken."
"And I hope that when he is once married and settled, instead of being angry with your majesty, he will be grateful to you, for every one tries his utmost to please him; even the Duke of Buckingham, whose brilliancy, which is incredible, seems to pale before that of this young Frenchman."
"Including Miss Stewart even, who calls him the most finished gentleman she ever saw."
"Stay, sire; you have spoken quite enough, and quite highly enough, of Miss Grafton, to overlook what I may have said about De Bragelonne. But, by the by, sire, your kindness for some time past astonishes me: you think of those who are absent, you forgive those who have done you a wrong, in fact, you are as nearly as possible, perfect. How does it happen--"
"It is because you allow yourself to be loved," he said, beginning to laugh.
"Oh! there must be some other reason."
"Well, I am doing all I can to oblige my brother, Louis XIV."
"Nay, I must have another reason."
"Well, then, the true motive is that Buckingham strongly recommended the young man to me, saying: "Sire, I begin by yielding up all claim to Miss Grafton; I pray you follow my example.""
"The duke is, indeed, a true gentleman."
"Oh! of course, of course; it is Buckingham"s turn now, I suppose, to turn your head. You seem determined to cross me in everything to-day."
At this moment some one rapped at the door.
"Who is it who presumes to interrupt us?" exclaimed Charles, impatiently.
"Really, sire, you are extremely vain with your "who is it who presumes?" and in order to punish you for it--"
She went to the door and opened it.
"It is a courier from France," said Miss Stewart.
"A courier from France!" exclaimed Charles; "from my sister, perhaps?"
"Yes, sire," said the usher, "a special messenger."
"Let him come in at once," said Charles.
"You have a letter for me," said the king to the courier as he entered, "from the d.u.c.h.ess of Orleans?"
"Yes, sire," replied the courier, "and so urgent in its nature that I have only been twenty-six hours in bringing it to your majesty, and yet I lost three-quarters of an hour at Calais."
"Your zeal shall not be forgotten," said the king, as he opened the letter. When he had read it he burst out laughing, and exclaimed, "Upon my word, I am at a loss to understand anything about it." He then read the letter a second time, Miss Stewart a.s.suming a manner marked by the greatest reserve, and doing her utmost to restrain her ardent curiosity.
"Francis," said the king to his valet, "see that this excellent fellow is well taken care of and sleeps soundly, and that on waking to-morrow he finds a purse of fifty sovereigns by his bedside."
"Sire!" said the courier, amazed.
"Begone, begone; my sister was perfectly right in desiring you to use the utmost diligence; the affair was most pressing." And he again began to laugh louder than ever. The courier, the valet, and Miss Stewart hardly knew what sort of countenance to a.s.sume. "Ah!" said the king, throwing himself back in his armchair: "When I think that you have knocked up--how many horses?"
"Two!"
"Two horses to bring this intelligence to me. That will do, you can leave us now."
The courier retired with the valet. Charles went to the window, which he opened, and leaning forward, called out--"Duke! Buckingham! come here, there"s a good fellow."
The duke hurried to him, in obedience to the summons; but when he reached the door, and perceived Miss Stewart, he hesitated to enter.
"Come in, and shut the door," said the king. The duke obeyed; and, perceiving in what an excellent humor the king was, he advanced, smiling, towards him. "Well, my dear duke, how do you get on with your Frenchman?"
"Sire, I am in the most perfect state of utter despair about him."
"Why so?"
"Because charming Miss Grafton is willing to marry him, but he is unwilling."
"Why, he is a perfect Boeotian!" cried Miss Stewart. "Let him say either "Yes," or No," and let the affair end."
"But," said Buckingham, seriously, "you know, or you ought to know, madame, that M. de Bragelonne is in love in another direction."
"In that case," said the king, coming to Miss Stewart"s help, "nothing is easier; let him say "No," then."
"Very true; and I have proved to him he was wrong not to say "Yes.""
"You told him candidly, I suppose, that La Valliere was deceiving him?"
"Yes, without the slightest reserve; and, as soon as I had done so, he gave a start, as if he were going to clear the Channel at a bound."