Within five minutes of my having left the King"s bedchamber, I was running up the stairs to Her Grace of Portsmouth"s lodgings. I had said scarce a word to Mr. Chiffinch when I came out into the little anteroom, except that I was sent on a message by His Majesty; and he stared on me as if I were mad. Then I was out again by the private way, through the closet and the rooms beyond, and down the staircase.
At the door of Her Grace"s lodgings there stood a sentry who lowered his pike as I came up, to bar my way.
"Out of the way, man!" I cried at him. "I am on His Majesty"s business."
He too stared on me, and faltered, lifting his pike a little. All were distraught by the news that was run like fire about the place that the King was dying, or he would never have let me through. But I was past him before he could change his mind again, and through a compile of antechambers in one of which a page started up to know my business, but I was past him as if he were no more than a shadow.
Then I was in the great gallery, where I had sat with the King and his company but four days ago.
It presented a very different appearance now. Then it had been all ablaze with lights and merry with laughter and music. Now it was lit by but a pair of candles over the hearth and, the glow of a dying fire.
Overhead the high roof glimmered into darkness, and the gorgeous furniture was no more than dimness. I stopped short on the threshold, bewildered at the gloom, thinking that the chamber was empty; then I saw that a woman had raised herself from the great couch on which the King had lolled with his little dogs last Sunday night, and was staring at me like a ghost.
At that sight I ran forward and kneeled down on one knee.
"Madame," I said in French, "His Majesty hath sent me--"
At that she was up, and had me by the shoulders. Her face was ghastly, all s...o...b..red over with crying, and her eyes sunken and her lips pale as wax. G.o.d knows what she was dressed in; for I do not.
"His Majesty," she cried, "His Majesty! He is not dead! For the love of G.o.d--"
I stood up; she still gripped me like a fury.
"No, Madame," said I, "His Majesty is not dead. He hath sent me. I spoke with him not five minutes ago. But he is very near death."
"He hath sent for me! He hath sent for me!" she screamed, as if in mingled joy and terror.
"No, Madame; but he hath sent to you. His Majesty desires you to get him a priest."
Her hands relaxed and fell to her side. I do not know what she thought.
I do not judge her. But I thought that she hesitated. I fell on my knees again; and seized her hand. I would have kneeled to the Devil, if he could have helped me then.
"Madame--for the love of Christ do as the King asks! He desires a priest. For the love of Christ, Madame!"
She was still silent for an instant, staring down on me. Then she tore her hand free, and I thought she would refuse me. But she caught me again by the shoulders.
"Stand up, sir; stand up. I--I will do whatever the King desires. But what can I do? G.o.d! there is someone coming!"
There came very plainly, through the antechambers I had just run through, the tramp of feet. I stood, as in a paralysis, not knowing what to do next. Then she seized on me again as the steps came near.
"Stand back," she said, "stand back, sir. I must see--"
There came a knocking on the door as I sprang back away from the hearth, and stood out of the firelight. Then the door opened, as Her Grace made no answer, and the page whom I had seen just now stood bowing upon the threshold.
"Madame," said he. "M. Barillon, the French amba.s.sador--"
She made a swift gesture, and he fell back. There was a pause; and then, through the door came M. Barillon, very upright and lean, walking quickly, all alone. He stopped short when he saw Her Grace, put his heels together and bowed very low.
She was at him in an instant.
"Monsieur!" she cried. "Yon are come in the very nick of time. How is His Majesty?"
He said nothing as he walked with her towards the hearth. She stood, waiting, with her hands clasped, and a face of extraordinary anguish.
"Madame," he said, "there is very bad news. I am come on behalf of His Majesty King Louis--"
"Sh!" she hissed at him, with a quick gesture to where I stood. He had not observed me. He straightened himself, as he saw me, and then bowed a little.
The d.u.c.h.ess went on with extraordinary rapidity, still talking in French.
"This is Mr. Mallock," said she, "Mr. Mallock--but just now come from His Majesty. He brings me very grave news. Monsieur Barillon, you will help us, will you not? You will help us, surely?"
All her anguish had pa.s.sed into an extraordinary pleading: she was as a child begging for life.
"Madame--" began the amba.s.sador.
"Ah! listen, Monsieur, the king desires a priest. He is a Catholic at heart, you know. He hath been a Catholic at heart a long time, ever since--" she broke off. "You will help us, will you not, Monsieur?"
He threw out his hands: but she paid no attention.
"Monsieur, I swear to you that it is so. Yet what can I do? I cannot go to him, with decency. The Queen is there continually, I hear. The Duke is taken up with a thousand affairs and does not think of it. Go to the Duke, I entreat you, Monsieur l"Amba.s.sadeur; go to the Duke and tell him what I say. Mr. Mallock shall go with you. He is a friend of the Duke.
He will bear me out. Monsieur, for the love of G.o.d lose no time. Come and see me again; but go now, or it may be too late. Monsieur, I entreat you."
She had seized him by the arm as she spoke. Even his rigid face twitched a little at the violence of her pleading. I knew well what was in his mind, and how he wondered whether he dared do as she asked him. G.o.d knew what complications might follow!
"Monsieur--"
He nodded suddenly and sharply.
"Madame," said he, "I will go. Mr. Mallock--"
He bowed to me.
"Ah! G.o.d bless you, sir--"
He stooped suddenly to her hand, lifted it and kissed it. I think in that moment something of the compa.s.sion of the Saviour Himself fell on him for this poor woman who yet might be forgiven much, for indeed, under all her foolishness and sin, she loved very ardently. Then he wheeled and went out of the room again; and I followed. No sound came from the d.u.c.h.ess as we left her there in the half lit twilight. She was standing with her hands clasped, staring after us as we went out.
He said nothing as we pa.s.sed again through the anterooms and down the stairs. Then, as we went on through the next gallery he spoke to me. His men were a good way behind us, and another in front.
"Mr. Mallock," said he--(for he had known me well enough in France)--"His Majesty told you this himself?"
"Yes, sir," said I, "not a quarter of an hour ago."
"Then the Duke is our only chance," he said.
He said no more till we came to the great antechamber by the King"s bedroom. It was half full of people; but the Duke was nowhere to be seen. I waited by the door as M. Barillon went forward and spoke to someone. Then he came back to me.