"Nay, but you will," he said confidently.
She bowed her head and he interpreted the movement according to his will. But he was impatient, longing to see this matter finally settled to his entire satisfaction.
"Will you not give me a definite answer now?"
"In the midst of so much chatter, Sire?" she said, forcing herself to smile gaily. "Nay, but "tis a serious matter--and I must consult with my father."
Louis smiled contentedly. M. le Duc d"Aumont was at one with him in this. The letter had been originally sent to the Prime Minister, and the Duke, who was weak, who was a slave to the Bourbon dynasty, and who, alas! was also tainted with that horrible canker which was gradually affecting the whole of the aristocracy of France, the insatiable greed for money, had been bribed to agree with the King.
Therefore Louis was content. It was as well that Lydie should speak with the Duke. The worthy D"Aumont would dissipate her last lingering scruples.
"And your husband?" he added, casting a quick glance over his shoulder at milor, and smiling with good-natured sarcasm.
"Oh, my husband will think as I do," she replied evasively.
At thought of her father and the King"s complacent smile, Lydie had winced. For a moment her outward calm threatened to forsake her. She felt as if she could not keep up this hideous comedy any longer. She would have screamed aloud with horror or contempt, aye! and deep sorrow, too, to think that her father wallowed in this mire.
She too cast a quick glance at milor. His eyes were no longer fixed on her face. He stood quietly beside Madame de Pompadour, who, leaving the King to settle with Lydie, had engaged Lord Eglinton in frivolous conversation. He was quite placid again, and in his face, gentle and diffident as usual, there was no longer the faintest trace of that sudden outburst of withering contempt.
The Duke of c.u.mberland"s letter was still in her hand. It seemed to scorch her fingers with its loathsome pollution. But she clung to it, and after a violent effort at self control, she contrived to look Louis straight in the face and to give him a rea.s.suring smile, as she slipped the letter into the bosom of her gown.
"I will consult with my father, Sire," she repeated, "and will read the letter when I am alone and undisturbed."
"And you will give me a final answer?"
"The day after to-morrow."
"Why not sooner?" he urged impatiently.
"The day after to-morrow," she reiterated with a smile. "I have much to think about, and--the only token which Charles Edward would trust without demur must come from Lord Eglinton."
"I understand," said the King knowingly. "Par ma foi! But we shall want patience. Two whole days! In the meanwhile we"ll busy ourselves with preparations for the expedition. We had thought of _Le Monarque_.
What say you?"
"_Le Levantin_ would be swifter."
"Ah, yes! _Le Levantin_--and we can trust her captain. He is under deep obligation to Madame de Pompadour. And M. de Lugeac, Madame"s nephew, you know--we had thought of him to carry the secret orders to Brest to the captain of _Le Levantin_ directly she is ready to sail.
Methinks we could trust him. His interests are bound up with ours. And there is another, too; but more of that anon. The secret orders will bear our own royal signature, and you might place them yourself, with the token, in our chosen messenger"s hands."
Once more he gave her a gracious nod, and she curtseyed with all the deference, all the formality which the elaborate etiquette of the time demanded. Louis looked at her long and searchingly, but apparently there was nothing in the calm, serene face to disturb his present mood of complacent satisfaction. He put out his podgy hand to her; the short, thick fingers were covered with rings up to their first joint, and Lydie contrived to kiss the large signet--an emblem of that kingship to which she was true and loyal--without letting her lips come in contact with his flesh.
What happened during the next ten minutes she could not afterward have said. Her whole mind was in a turmoil of thought, and every time the infamous letter crackled beneath her corselet, she shuddered as with fear. Quite mechanically she saw the King"s departure, and apparently she acted with perfect decorum and correctness. Equally, mechanically she saw the chattering throng gradually disperse. The vast room became more and more empty, the buzz less and less loud. She saw milor as through a mist, mostly with back bent, receiving the _adieux_ of sycophants; she heard various murmurs in her own ears, mostly requests that she should remember and be ready to give, or at least to promise.
She saw the procession of courtiers, of flatterers, of friends and enemies pa.s.s slowly before her; in the midst of them she vaguely distinguished Mme. de Stainville"s brightly coloured gown.
La belle Irene lingered a long time beside milor. She was one of the last to leave, and though Lydie forced herself not to look in that direction, she could not help hearing the other woman"s irritating giggle, and Lord Eglinton"s even, pleasant voice framing compliments, that pandered to that brainless doll"s insatiable vanity.
And this when he knew that his friend was about to be betrayed.
The taint! The horror! The pollution of it all!
Fortunately she had not seen her father, for her fort.i.tude might have broken down if she read that same awful thought of treachery in his face that had so disgusted her when Louis stood beside her.
The last of that senseless, indifferent crowd had gone. The vast room was empty. Milor had accompanied Mme. de Stainville as far as the door. The murmur of talk and laughter came now only as a faint and lingering echo. Anon it died away in the distant corridors.
Lydie shivered as if with cold.
CHAPTER XVI
STRANGERS
And now she was alone.
Torpor had left her; even that intensity of loathing had gone, which for the past half-hour had numbed her very senses and caused her to move and speak like an irresponsible automaton. She felt as if she had indeed seen and touched a filthy, evil reptile, but that for the moment it had gone out of her sight. Presently it would creep out of its lair again, but by that time she would be prepared.
She must be prepared; therefore she no longer shuddered at the horror of it, but called her wits to her aid, her cool judgment and habitual quick mode of action, to combat the monster and render it powerless.
She knew of course that the King would not allow himself to be put off with vague promises. Within the two days" delay which she had asked of him he would begin to realize that she had only meant to temporise, and never had any intention of helping him in his nefarious schemes.
Then he would begin to act for himself.
Having understood that she meant to circ.u.mvent him if she could, he was quite shrewd enough to devise some means of preventing those tempting millions from eluding his grasp. Though he did not know at the present moment where or how to lay his hands on Prince Charles Edward and his friends, he knew that they would of necessity seek the loneliness of the west coast of Scotland.
Vaguely that particular sh.o.r.e had always been spoken of in connection with any expedition for the succour of the unfortunate prince, and although the commissioning of ships was under the direct administration of the Comptrolleur-General of Finance, Louis, with the prospective millions dangling before him, could easily enough equip _Le Levantin_, and send her on a searching expedition without having recourse to State funds; whilst it was more than likely that Charles Edward, wearied of waiting, and in hourly fear of detection and capture, would be quite ready to trust himself and his friends to any French ship that happened to come on his track, whether her captain brought him a token from his friend or not.
All this and more would occur to King Louis, of course, in the event of her finally refusing him cooperation, or trying to put him off longer than a few days. Just as she had thought it all out, visualized his mind, as it were, so these various plans would present themselves to him sooner of later. It was a great thing to have gained two days.
Forty-eight hours" start of that ign.o.ble scheme would, she hoped, enable her to counteract it yet.
So much for King Louis and his probable schemes! Now her own plans.
To circ.u.mvent this awful treachery, to forestall it, that of course had become her task, and it should not be so difficult, given that two days" start and some one whom she could trust.
Plans now became a little clearer in her head; they seemed gradually to disentangle themselves from a maze of irrelevant thoughts.
_Le Monarque_ was ready to start at any moment. Captain Barre, her commander, was the soul of honour. A messenger swift and sure and trustworthy must ride to Le Havre forthwith with orders to the captain to set sail at once, to reach that lonely spot on the west coast of Scotland known only to herself and to her husband, where Charles Edward Stuart and his friends were even now waiting for succour.
The signet-ring--Lord Eglinton"s--entrusted to Captain Barre should ensure the fugitives" immediate confidence. There need be no delay, and with favourable wind and weather _Le Monarque_ should have the Prince and his friends on board her before _Le Levantin_ had been got ready to start.
Then _Le Monarque_ should not return home direct; she should skirt the Irish coast and make for Brittany by a circuitous route; a grave delay perhaps, but still the risks of being intercepted must be minimised at all costs.
A lonely village inland would afford shelter to the Young Pretender and his adherents for a while, until arrangements could be made for the final stage of their journey into safety--Austria, Spain, or any country in fact where Louis" treachery could not overtake them.
It was a big comprehensive scheme, of course; one which must be carried to its completion in defiance of King Louis. It was never good to incur the wrath of a Bourbon, and, unless the nation and the parliaments ranged themselves unequivocally on her side, it would probably mean the sudden ending of her own and her husband"s career, the finality of all her dreams. But to this she hardly gave a thought.
The project itself was not difficult of execution, provided she had the cooperation of a man whom she could absolutely trust. This was the most important detail in connection with her plans, and it alone could ensure their success.