(IV)
It was on the following morning that he spoke with the King.
The two priests had said Ma.s.s in their oratory, and an hour later were walking in the park beneath the palace windows.
It was one more of that string of golden days, of which they had already enjoyed so many, and the splendour of that amazing landscape was complete.
They had pa.s.sed below the enclosure known as the "King"s Garden,"
and were going in the direction of the Trianon, which Monsignor had expressed a desire to see, and had just emerged into the immense central avenue which runs straight from the palace to the lake. Above them rose the forest trees, enormous now, yet tamed by Lenotre"s marvellous art, resembling a regiment of giants perfectly drilled; the gra.s.s was like carpets on all sides; the sky blazed like a blue jewel overhead; the noise of singing birds and falling water was in the air. But above all there towered on their right, beyond the almost endless terraces, the splendid palace of the kings of France, royal at last once more. And there, as symbol of the Restoration, there hung round the flagstaff as he had seen it yesterday the blue folds and the lilies of the monarchy.
It was no good trying to frame words as to what he felt. He had said all he could, and it was useless. Father Jervis seemed unable to understand the fierce enthusiasm of a man who now experienced all this, as it appeared, for the first time. He walked silently--exulting.
There seemed not many people abroad this morning. The two had presented an order, obtained through Monsignor Allet, at the gates below the Orange Gardens, and had learned from the sentry that until the afternoon this part of the park was closed to the public.
Here and there, however, in the distance a single figure made its appearance, walking in the shade or hurrying on some errand.
The priests had just come out from the line of trees and had set foot in the avenue itself, when, twenty yards farther up, from the entrance to some other path parallel to their own, a group came out, and an instant later they heard themselves hailed and saw Monsignor Allet himself, in all his purple, hurrying towards them.
"You are the very men," he cried, again stretching out his hands in a welcoming French gesture. "His Majesty was speaking of you not five minutes ago. He is here, in the garden. Shall I present you now?"
Father Jervis glanced at his friend.
"His Majesty is very kind----" he began.
"Not a word more! If you will follow me and wait an instant at the entrance, I will speak with His Majesty and bring you in."
"I have not my ferraiuola---" began Monsignor.
"The King will excuse travellers," smiled the Frenchman.
The entrance to the "King"s Garden" on this side pa.s.ses beneath an arch of yew, and here the two waited.
Somewhere beyond the green walls they could hear talking, and now and again a burst of laughter. Then the talking ceased, and they heard a single voice.
"In what language----" began Monsignor Masterman nervously.
"Oh! English, no doubt. You can"t talk French?"
Monsignor shook his head.
"Not a hundred words," he said.
Again came the quick footstep, and the French priest appeared, still gay, but with a certain solemnity. "Come this way, gentlemen," he said. "The King will see you." (He glanced at the prelate.) "You won"t forget to kneel, Monsignor."
To the English prelate the scene that he saw, on emerging at last into the open s.p.a.ce in the middle, protected by the ancient yews--even though he should have been prepared for it by all that he had already seen--simply once more dazed and stupefied him.
The centre of the s.p.a.ce was occupied by a round pond, perhaps thirty yards across, of absolutely still water, and in this mirror, shaded by the ma.s.ses of foliage overhead, was reflected a picture that might have been taken straight from some painting two hundred years old. For, on the semicircle of marble seats that stood beyond the water, sat a company of figures dressed once more in all the bravery of real colour and splendour, as from days when men were not ashamed to use publicly and commonly these glittering gifts of G.o.d.
Monsignor hardly noticed the rest (there were perhaps twelve or fifteen all told, with half a dozen women amongst them); he looked only, as he came round the pond, at the central figure that advanced to meet him. Twice he had seen him yesterday--yet those occasions had been public. But to see the King now, at ease amongst his friends, yet still royally dressed in his brilliant blue suit and feathered hat, with his tall cane--to see the whole company, gay and brilliant, talking and laughing, taking their pleasure in the air before breakfast--the whole thing somehow brought home to him the reality of what appeared to him as a change, more than had all the pomps and glories of the day before. Splendour no longer seemed ceremonial, but natural.
Monsignor Allet was explaining something in rapid French in the King"s ear, and as the two came up, the face that listened smiled suddenly with intelligence.
"I give you welcome," he said in excellent English. "Come, gentlemen" (he turned to the others, who had risen to their feet as he rose), "we must be getting homewards. Monsignor!" (and he beckoned to the two English priests to walk with him.)
That walk seemed like a dream.
They went leisurely upwards towards the palace, through yew alley after yew alley, French chattering sounding behind them as they went; and the King, still in fluent English, though with an accent that increased as he talked, questioned them courteously as to England, spoke of the disputation of yesterday, discussed frankly enough the situation in Germany, and listened with attention to the remarks of Father Jervis; for Monsignor Masterman was discreetly silent for the most part.
It was not until the great doors of the palace flew open at last, and the rows of liveried men showed within, that the King dismissed them. He turned on the steps and gave them his hand to kiss. Then he raised them from their knees with a courteous gesture.
"And you go to Rome, you say?"
"Almost immediately, sire. We shall be there for SS. Peter and Paul."
"Present my homage at the feet of the Holy Father," smiled the King. "You are fortunate indeed. I have not seen His Holiness for three months. Good day--gentlemen."
The two pa.s.sed again in silence down the terraces on their way to the Trianon.
"It is amazing," burst out Monsignor suddenly. "And the people.
What of them? Is there no resentment?"
"Why should there be?" asked the other.
"But they are excluded from the palace and the park. It was not so a hundred years ago."
"Do you think they are any the less happy?" asked Father Jervis.
"My dear Monsignor, surely you know human nature better than that! They have lost the vulgarity of Versailles, and they have regained its royalty. Don"t you see that?"
"Well!"--Monsignor paused. "It"s simply medievalism back again, it seems to me."
"Exactly!" said the other. "You have hit it at last. It is medievalism--that is to say, human nature with faith and reverence, and without cant."
He paused again, and his eyes twinkled.
"You know honours and privileges are worth nothing if every one has them. If we all wore crowns, the kings would go bareheaded."
CHAPTER V
(I)
He awoke suddenly, at some movement, and for an instant did not remember where he was.
For nearly a week they had stayed on at Versailles; and each day that had pa.s.sed had done its share in making this fairyland seem more like a reality. But that strange subconscious self of his, for which even now there seemed no accounting, was still obstinate; it still a.s.sured him that the world ought not to be like this, that religion ought not to be so concrete and effective--that he would awake soon and find himself in some desolate state of affairs where Faith, hemmed in by enemies, still fought for very life against irresistible odds. It was at night and at morning that the mood came on him most forcibly; when instinct, free from facts, and ranging clear of the will"s dominion, a.s.serted itself most strongly, and as he awoke this night it was on him again.