FIRST LADY [to Second Lady]
"Tis futile! She is too far gone to write; But we must humour her.
[They fetch writing materials. On returning to the bed they find her motionless. Enter EUGENE and QUEEN HORTENSE. Seeing the state their mother is in, they fall down on their knees by her bed.
JOSEPHINE recognizes them and smiles. Anon she is able to speak again.]
JOSEPHINE [faintly]
I am dying, dears; And do not mind it--notwithstanding that I feel I die regretted. You both love me!-- And as for France, I ever have desired Her welfare, as you know--have wrought all things A woman"s scope could reach to forward it....
And to you now who watch my ebbing here, Declare I that Napoleon"s first-chose wife Has never caused her land a needless tear.
Tell him--these things I have said--bear him my love-- Tell him--I could not write!
[An interval. She spasmodically flings her arms over her son and daughter, lets them fall, and becomes unconscious. They fetch a looking-gla.s.s, and find that her breathing has ceased. The clock of the Chateau strikes noon. The scene is veiled.]
SCENE VIII
LONDON. THE OPERA HOUSE
[The house is lighted up with a blaze of wax candles, and a State performance is about to begin in honour of the Allied sovereigns now on a visit to England to celebrate the Peace. Peace-devices adorn the theatre. A band can be heard in the street playing "The White c.o.c.kade."
An extended Royal box has been formed by removing the part.i.tions of adjoining boxes. It is empty as yet, but the other parts of the house are crowded to excess, and somewhat disorderly, the interior doors having been broken down by besiegers, and many people having obtained admission without payment. The prevalent costume of the ladies is white satin and diamonds, with a few in lilac.
The curtain rises on the first act of the opera of "Aristodemo,"
MADAME GRa.s.sINI and SIGNOR TRAMEZZINI being the leading voices.
Scarcely a note of the performance can be heard amid the exclamations of persons half suffocated by the pressure.
At the end of the first act there follows a divertiss.e.m.e.nt. The curtain having fallen, a silence of expectation succeeds. It is a little past ten o"clock.
Enter the Royal box the PRINCE REGENT, accompanied by the EMPEROR OF RUSSIA, demonstrative in manner now as always, the KING OF PRUSSIA, with his mien of reserve, and many minor ROYAL PERSONAGES of Europe. There are moderate acclamations. At their back and in neighbouring boxes LORD LIVERPOOL, LORD CASTLEREAGH, officers in the suite of the sovereigns, interpreters, and others take their places.
The curtain rises again, and the performers are discovered drawn up in line on the stage. They sing "G.o.d save the King." The sovereigns stand up, bow, and resume their seats amid more applause.]
A VOICE [from the gallery]
Prinny, where"s your wife? [Confusion.]
EMPEROR OF RUSSIA [to Regent]
To which of us is the inquiry addressed, Prince?
PRINCE REGENT
To you, sire, depend upon"t--by way of compliment.
[The second act of the Opera proceeds.]
EMPEROR OF RUSSIA
Any later news from Elba, sir?
PRINCE REGENT
Nothing more than rumours, which, "pon my honour, I can hardly credit. One is that Bonaparte"s valet has written to say the ex-Emperor is becoming imbecile, and is an object of ridicule to the inhabitants of the island.
KING OF PRUSSIA
A blessed result, sir, if true. If he is not imbecile he is worse --planning how to involve Europe in another way. It was a short- sighted policy to offer him a home so near as to ensure its becoming a hot-bed of intrigue and conspiracy in no long time!
PRINCE REGENT
The ex-Empress, Marie-Louise, hasn"t joined him after all, I learn.
Has she remained at Schonbrunn since leaving France, sires?
EMPEROR OF RUSSIA
Yes, sir; with her son. She must never go back to France. Metternich and her father will know better than let her do that. Poor young thing, I am sorry for her all the same. She would have joined Napoleon if she had been left to herself.--And I was sorry for the other wife, too. I called at Malmaison a few days before she died.
A charming woman! SHE would have gone to Elba or to the devil with him. Twenty thousand people crowded down from Paris to see her lying in state last week.
PRINCE REGENT
Pity she didn"t have a child by him, by G.o.d.
KING OF PRUSSIA
I don"t think the other one"s child is going to trouble us much.
But I wish Bonaparte himself had been sent farther away.
PRINCE REGENT
Some of our Government wanted to pack him off to St. Helena--an island somewhere in the Atlantic, or Pacific, or Great South Sea.
But they were over-ruled. "Twould have been a surer game.