"Then I may count on him?"
"Doubtless."
"I wish to send him on a little mission."
"Out of Paris?"
"Yes."
"In that case, it is impossible."
"How so?"
"Du Bouchage cannot go away just now."
The king looked astonished. "What do you mean?" said he.
"Sire," said Joyeuse quietly, "it is the simplest thing possible. Du Bouchage is in love, but he had carried on his negotiations badly, and everything was going wrong; the poor boy was growing thinner and thinner."
"Indeed," said the king, "I have remarked it."
"And he had become sad, mordieu! as if he had lived in your majesty"s court."
A kind of grunt, proceeding from the corner of the room interrupted Joyeuse, who looked round astonished.
"It is nothing, Joyeuse," said the king, laughing, "only a dog asleep on the footstool. You say, then, that Du Bouchage grew sad?--"
"Sad as death, sire. It seems he has met with some woman of an extraordinary disposition. However, one sometimes succeeds as well with this sort of women as with others, if you only set the right way to work."
"You would not have been embarra.s.sed, libertine!"
"You understand, sire, that no sooner had he made me his confidant, than I undertook to save him."
"So that--"
"So that already the cure commences."
"What, is he less in love?"
"No; but he has more hope of making her so. For the future, instead of sighing with the lady, we mean to amuse her in every possible way.
To-night I stationed thirty Italian musicians under her balcony."
"Ah! ma foi! music would not have amused me when I was in love with Madame de Conde."
"No; but you were in love, sire; and she is as cold as an icicle."
"And you think music will melt her?"
"Diable! I do not say that she will come at once and throw herself into the arms of Du Bouchage, but she will be pleased at all this being done for herself alone. If she do not care for this, we shall have plays, enchantments, poetry--in fact, all the pleasures of the earth, so that, even if we do not bring gayety back to her, I hope we shall to Du Bouchage."
"Well, I hope so; but since it would be so trying to him to leave Paris, I hope you are not also, like him, the slave of some pa.s.sion?"
"I never was more free, sire."
"Oh! I thought you were in love with a beautiful lady?"
"Yes, sire, so I was; but imagine that this evening, after having given my lesson to Du Bouchage, I went to see her, with my head full of his love story, and, believing myself almost as much in love as he, I found a trembling frightened woman, and thinking I had disturbed her somehow, I tried to rea.s.sure her, but it was useless. I interrogated her, but she did not reply. I tried to embrace her, and she turned her head away. I grew angry, and we quarreled: and she told me she should never be at home to me any more.""
"Poor Joyeuse; what did you do?"
"Pardieu, sire! I took my hat and cloak, bowed, and went out, without once looking back."
"Bravo, Joyeuse; it was courageous."
"The more so, sire, that I thought I heard her sigh."
"But you will return?"
"No, I am proud."
"Well, my friend, this rupture is for your good."
"Perhaps so, sire; but I shall probably be horribly ennuye for a week, having nothing to do. It may perhaps amuse me, however, as it is something new, and I think it distingue."
"Certainly it is, I have made it so," said the king. "However, I will occupy you with something."
"Something lazy, I hope?"
A second noise came from the chair; one might have thought the dog was laughing at the words of Joyeuse.
"What am I to do, sire?" continued Joyeuse.
"Get on your boots."
"Oh! that is against all my ideas."
"Get on horseback."
"On horseback! impossible."
"And why?"
"Because I am an admiral, and admirals have nothing to do with horses."
"Well, then, admiral, if it be not your place to mount a horse, it is so at all events to go on board ship. So you will start at once for Rouen, where you will find your admiral"s ship, and make ready to sail immediately for Antwerp."
"For Antwerp!" cried Joyeuse, in a tone as despairing as though he had received an order for Canton or Valparaiso.
"I said so," replied the king, in a cold and haughty tone, "and there is no need to repeat it."