"Oh, if you are satisfied with that, I am not. You have a whole life before you; I, perhaps, only a few months. However, I do not complain; G.o.d gave me two children, and if my daughter has been useless in repairing our fortunes, you will make up for it. I see in you the great Taverney, and you inspire me with respect, for your conduct has been admirable; you show no jealousy, but leave the field apparently open to every one, while you really hold it alone."
"I do not understand you," replied Philippe.
"Oh, no modesty; it was exactly the conduct of M. Potemkin, who astonished the world with his fortunes. He saw that Catherine loved variety in her amours; that, if left free, she would fly from flower to flower, returning always to the sweetest and most beautiful; but that, if pursued, she would fly right away. He took his part, therefore; he even introduced new favorites to his sovereign, to weary her out with their number; but through and after the quickly succeeding reigns of the twelve Caesars, as they were ironically called, Potemkin in reality was supreme."
"What incomprehensible infamies!" murmured poor Philippe. But the old man went on:
"According to his system, however, you have been still a little wrong.
He never abandoned his surveillance, and you are too lax in this."
Philippe replied only by shrugging his shoulders. He really began to think his father was crazy.
"Ah! you thought I did not see your game. You are already providing a successor, for you have divined that there is no stability in the queen"s amours, and in the event of her changing, you wish not to be quite thrown aside; therefore you make friends with M. de Charny, who might otherwise, when his turn comes, exile you, as you now might MM. de Coigny, Vaudreuil, and others."
Philippe, with an angry flush, said:
"Once more, enough; I am ashamed to have listened so long. Those who say that the Queen of France is a Messalina are criminal calumniators."
"I tell you," said the old man, "no one can hear, and I approve your plan. M. de Charny will repay your kindness some day."
"Your logic is admirable, sir; and M. de Charny is so much my favorite that I have just pa.s.sed my sword through his ribs."
"What!" cried the old man, somewhat frightened at his son"s flashing eyes, "you have not been fighting?"
"Yes, sir; that is my method of conciliating my successors. And he turned to go away.
"Philippe, you jest."
"I do not, sir."
The old man rose, and tottered off to the house.
"Quick," said he to the servant; "let a man on horseback go at once and ask after M. de Charny, who has been wounded, and let him be sure to say he comes from me." Then he murmured to himself, "Mine is still the only head in the family."
CHAPTER x.x.xIV.
THE STANZAS OF M. DE PROVENCE.
While these events were pa.s.sing in Paris and in Versailles, the king, tranquil as usual, sat in his study, surrounded by maps and plans, and traced new paths for the vessels of La Perouse.
A slight knock at his door roused him from his study, and a voice said, "May I come in, brother?"
"The Comte de Provence," growled the king, discontentedly. "Enter."
A short person came in.
"You did not expect me, brother?" he said.
"No, indeed."
"Do I disturb you?"
"Have you anything particular to say?"
"Such a strange report----"
"Oh, some scandal?"
"Yes, brother."
"Which has amused you?"
"Because it is so strange."
"Something against me?"
"Should I laugh if it were?"
"Then against the queen?"
"Sire, imagine that I was told quite seriously that the queen slept out the other night."
"That would be very sad if it were true," replied the king.
"But it is not true, is it?"
"No."
"Nor that the queen was seen waiting outside the gate at the reservoirs?"
"No."
"The day, you know, that you ordered the gates to be shut at eleven o"clock?"
"I do not remember."
"Well, brother, they pretend that the queen was seen arm-in-arm with M.
d"Artois at half-past twelve that night."
"Where?"
"Going to a house which he possesses behind the stables. Has not your majesty heard this report?"
"Yes, you took care of that."