He was dressed in a dark gray coat, embroidered in silver, a white cravat, and a dark waistcoat; and this rather somber style of dress seemed to suit the manly character of his beauty.
"Your majesty," said Andree, "here is my brother."
Philippe bowed gravely.
The queen, who had until now been looking at his figure reflected in her mirror, turned round and saluted him. She was beautiful, with that royal beauty which made all around her not only partisans of the throne, but adorers of the woman. She possessed the power of beauty; and, if we may make use of the inversion, the beauty of power. Philippe, seeing her smile, and feeling those limpid eyes, at once soft and proud, fixed upon him, turned pale, and could hardly restrain his emotion.
"It appears, M. de Taverney," said she, "that you pay me your first visit; I thank you for it."
"Your majesty deigns to forget that it is I who should give thanks."
"How many years have pa.s.sed since we last met, monsieur? Alas! the most beautiful part of our lives."
"For me, madame, but not for your majesty, to whom all days are alike charming."
"You were then pleased with America, M. de Taverney, as you remained there so long?"
"Madame," answered Philippe, "M. de la Fayette, when he left the New World, had need of an officer in whom he could place confidence to take the command of the French auxiliaries. He proposed me, therefore, to General Washington, who accepted me."
"It seems," said the queen, "that this new country sends us home many heroes."
"Your majesty does not mean that for me?" asked Philippe, laughing.
"Why not?" Then turning to the Comte d"Artois, "See, brother," she said; "has not M. de Taverney the look of a hero?"
Philippe, seeing himself thus introduced to the young prince, bowed low.
He returned it, and said, "I am most happy to make the acquaintance of such a gentleman. What are your intentions in returning to France, sir?"
"Monseigneur," answered Philippe, "my sister is my first consideration; whatever she wishes, I shall do."
"But she has a father, I believe," said the count.
"Never mind him," said the queen, quickly, "I prefer Andree under her brother"s protection, and he under yours, count. You will take charge of M. de Taverney, will you not?"
The count bowed an a.s.sent.
"For, do you know," continued she, "that a very strong link binds me to M. de Taverney?"
"What do you mean, sister?"
"That he was the first Frenchman who presented himself to my eyes when I arrived in this country; and I had taken a very sincere vow to promote the happiness of the first Frenchman I should meet."
Philippe felt the blood rush to his face, and Andree looked at him rather sadly.
The queen observed these looks of the brother and sister, and fancied she divined the cause. "Why," she thought, "should not Monsieur de Taverney have partaken the epidemic pa.s.sion which pervaded all France for the dauphiness in 1774?" Marie Antoinette therefore attributed these looks to some confidence of this kind which the brother had made to the sister; and in consequence, she smiled still more upon him, and redoubled her kindness towards Andree.
The queen was a true woman, and gloried in being loved.
It was an innocent coquetry, and the most generous souls have the most strongly these aspirations for the love of all who surround them.
Alas! a time is coming for thee, poor queen, when those smiles towards those who love thee, with which thou hast been reproached, thou shalt vainly bestow on those that love thee not!
The Comte d"Artois approached Philippe while the queen was talking to Andree, and said, "Do you think Washington so very great a general?"
"Certainly a great man, monseigneur."
"And what effect did our French produce out there?"
"As much good as the English did harm."
"Ah, you are a partisan of the new ideas, my dear M. Philippe de Taverney; but have you reflected on one thing?"
"What, monseigneur? I a.s.sure you that out there, encamped in the fields, and in the savannahs on the borders of the great lakes, I had plenty of time for reflection."
"On this, that in making war out there, it was neither on the Indians nor on the English, but on us."
"Ah, monseigneur, I do not deny that that is possible."
"Therefore I do not admire so much these victories of M. de la Fayette and Washington. It is egotism, perhaps, but it is not egotism for myself alone."
"Oh, monseigneur!"
"But do you know why I will still support you with all my power?"
"Whatever be the reason, I shall be truly grateful."
"It is, because you are not one of those whose names have been blazoned forth. You have done your duty bravely, but you have not thrust yourself forward; you are not known in Paris."
The young prince then kissed the queen"s hand, and bowing to Andree, left the room.
Then the queen turned again to Philippe, saying, "Have you seen your father, sir?"
"No, madame."
"Why did you not go to see him first?"
"I had sent home my valet, and my luggage, but my father sent the servant back again, with orders to present myself first to you, or the king."
"It is a lovely morning," said the queen; "to-morrow the ice will begin to melt. Madame de Misery, order my sledge and send my chocolate in here."
"Will not your majesty take something to eat? You had no supper last night."
"You mistake, my good Misery, we had supper. Had we not, Andree?"
"A very good one, madame."
"So I will only have my chocolate. Quick, Madame de Misery; this fine weather tempts me, and the Swiss lake will be full of company."
"Your majesty is going to skate?" asked Philippe.