La Valliere became pale. "M. de Bragelonne!" cried the perfidious Athenais. "Eh, what!--is he gone to the wars?--he!"
Montalais trod on her toe, but all in vain.
"Do you know what my opinion is?" continued she, addressing D"Artagnan.
"No, mademoiselle; but I should like very much to know it."
"My opinion is, then, that all the men who go to this war are desperate, desponding men, whom love has treated ill; and who go to try if they cannot find jet-complexioned women more kind than fair ones have been."
Some of the ladies laughed; La Valliere was evidently confused; Montalais coughed loud enough to waken the dead.
"Mademoiselle," interrupted D"Artagnan, "you are in error when you speak of black women at Gigelli; the women there have not jet faces; it is true they are not white--they are yellow."
"Yellow!" exclaimed the bevy of fair beauties.
"Eh! do not disparage it. I have never seen a finer color to match with black eyes and a coral mouth."
"So much the better for M. de Bragelonne," said Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente, with persistent malice. "He will make amends for his loss. Poor fellow!"
A profound silence followed these words; and D"Artagnan had time to observe and reflect that women--mild doves--treat each other more cruelly than tigers. But making La Valliere pale did not satisfy Athenais; she determined to make her blush likewise. Resuming the conversation without pause, "Do you know, Louise," said she, "that there is a great sin on your conscience?"
"What sin, mademoiselle?" stammered the unfortunate girl, looking round her for support, without finding it.
"Eh!--why," continued Athenais, "the poor young man was affianced to you; he loved you; you cast him off."
"Well, that is a right which every honest woman has," said Montalais, in an affected tone. "When we know we cannot const.i.tute the happiness of a man, it is much better to cast him off."
"Cast him off! or refuse him!--that"s all very well," said Athenais, "but that is not the sin Mademoiselle de la Valliere has to reproach herself with. The actual sin is sending poor Bragelonne to the wars; and to wars in which death is so very likely to be met with." Louise pressed her hand over her icy brow. "And if he dies," continued her pitiless tormentor, "you will have killed him. That is the sin."
Louise, half-dead, caught at the arm of the captain of the musketeers, whose face betrayed unusual emotion. "You wished to speak with me, Monsieur d"Artagnan," said she, in a voice broken by anger and pain.
"What had you to say to me?"
D"Artagnan made several steps along the gallery, holding Louise on his arm; then, when they were far enough removed from the others--"What I had to say to you, mademoiselle," replied he, "Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente has just expressed; roughly and unkindly, it is true but still in its entirety."
She uttered a faint cry; pierced to the heart by this new wound, she went her way, like one of those poor birds which, struck unto death, seek the shade of the thicket in which to die. She disappeared at one door, at the moment the king was entering by another. The first glance of the king was directed towards the empty seat of his mistress. Not perceiving La Valliere, a frown came over his brow; but as soon as he saw D"Artagnan, who bowed to him--"Ah! monsieur!" cried he, "you _have_ been diligent! I am much pleased with you." This was the superlative expression of royal satisfaction. Many men would have been ready to lay down their lives for such a speech from the king. The maids of honor and the courtiers, who had formed a respectful circle round the king on his entrance, drew back, on observing he wished to speak privately with his captain of the musketeers. The king led the way out of the gallery, after having again, with his eyes, sought everywhere for La Valliere, whose absence he could not account for. The moment they were out of the reach of curious ears, "Well! Monsieur d"Artagnan," said he, "the prisoner?"
"Is in his prison, sire."
"What did he say on the road?"
"Nothing, sire."
"What did he do?"
"There was a moment at which the fisherman--who took me in his boat to Sainte-Marguerite--revolted, and did his best to kill me. The--the prisoner defended me instead of attempting to fly."
The king became pale. "Enough!" said he; and D"Artagnan bowed. Louis walked about his cabinet with hasty steps. "Were you at Antibes," said he, "when Monsieur de Beaufort came there?"
"No, sire; I was setting off when monsieur le duc arrived."
"Ah!" which was followed by a fresh silence. "Whom did you see there?"
"A great many persons," said D"Artagnan, coolly.
The king perceived he was unwilling to speak. "I have sent for you, monsieur le capitaine, to desire you to go and prepare my lodgings at Nantes."
"At Nantes!" cried D"Artagnan.
"In Bretagne."
"Yes, sire, it is in Bretagne. Will you majesty make so long a journey as to Nantes?"
"The States are a.s.sembled there," replied the king. "I have two demands to make of them: I wish to be there."
"When shall I set out?" said the captain.
"This evening--to-morrow--to-morrow evening; for you must stand in need of rest."
"I have rested, sire."
"That is well. Then between this and to-morrow evening, when you please."
D"Artagnan bowed as if to take his leave; but, perceiving the king very much embarra.s.sed, "Will you majesty," said he, stepping two paces forward, "take the court with you?"
"Certainly I shall."
"Then you majesty will, doubtless, want the musketeers?" And the eye of the king sank beneath the penetrating glance of the captain.
"Take a brigade of them," replied Louis.
"Is that all? Has your majesty no other orders to give me?"
"No--ah--yes."
"I am all attention, sire."
"At the castle of Nantes, which I hear is very ill arranged, you will adopt the practice of placing musketeers at the door of each of the princ.i.p.al dignitaries I shall take with me."
"Of the princ.i.p.al?"
"Yes."
"For instance, at the door of M. de Lyonne?"
"Yes."
"And that of M. Letellier?"