THE BUCKET.
We have endeavored to give an idea in the last chapter of the interest
and enthusiasm which drew such crowds of the people to see M. Mesmer
perform publicly his wonderful experiments.
The king, as we know, had given permission to the queen to go and see
what all Paris was talking of, accompanied by one of the princesses. It
was two days after the visit of M. de Rohan to the countess. The
weather was fine, and the thaw was complete, and hundreds of sweepers
were employed in cleaning away the snow from the streets. The clear
blue sky was just beginning to be illumined by its first stars, when
Madame de la Motte, elegantly dressed, and presenting every appearance
of opulence, arrived in a coach, which Clotilde had carefully chosen as
the best looking at the Place Vendôme, and stopped before a
brilliantly-lighted house.
It was that of Doctor Mesmer. Numbers of other carriages were waiting
at the door, and a crowd of people had collected to see the patients
arrive and depart, who seemed to derive much pleasure when they saw
some rich invalid, enveloped in furs and satins, carried in by footmen,
from the evident proof it afforded that God made men healthy or
unhealthy, without reference to their purses or their genealogies. A
universal murmur would arise when they recognized some duke paralyzed
in an arm or leg; or some marshal whose feet refused their office, less
in consequence of military fatigues and marches than from halts made
with the ladies of the Opera, or of the Comédie Italienne. Sometimes it
was a lady carried in by her servants with drooping head and languid
eye, who, weakened by late hours and an irregular life, came to demand
from Doctor Mesmer the health she had vainly sought to regain
elsewhere.
Many of these ladies were as well known as the gentlemen, but a great
many escaped the public gaze, especially on this evening, by wearing
masks; for there was a ball at the Opera that night, and many of them
intended to drive straight there when they left the doctor’s house.
Through this crowd Madame de la Motte walked erect and firm, also with
a mask on, and elicited only the exclamation, “This one does not look
ill, at all events.”
Ever since the cardinal’s visit, the attention with which he had
examined the box and portrait had been on Jeanne’s mind; and she could
not but feel that all his graciousness commenced after seeing it, and
she therefore felt proportionate curiosity to learn more about it.
First she had gone to Versailles to inquire at all the houses of
charity about German ladies; but there were there, perhaps, a hundred
and fifty or two hundred, and all Jeanne’s inquiries about the two
ladies who had visited her had proved fruitless. In vain she repeated
that one of them was called Andrée; no one knew a German lady of that
name, which indeed was not German. Baffled in this, she determined to
try elsewhere, and having heard much of M. Mesmer, and the wonderful
secrets revealed through him, determined upon going there. Many were
the stories of this kind in circulation. Madame de Duras had recovered
a child who had been lost; Madame de Chantoué, an English dog, not much
bigger than her fist, for which she would have given all the children
in the world; and M. de Vaudreuil a lock of hair, which he would have
bought back with half his fortune. All these revelations had been made
by clairvoyants after the magnetic operations of Doctor Mesmer.
Those who came to see him, after traversing the ante-chambers, were
admitted into a large room, from which the darkened and hermetically
closed windows excluded light and air. In the middle of this room,
under a luster which gave but a feeble light, was a vast unornamented
tank, filled with water impregnated with sulphur, and to the cover of
which was fastened an iron ring; attached to this ring was a long
chain, the object of which we shall presently see.
All the patients were seated round the room, men and women
indiscriminately; then a valet, taking the chain, wound it round the
limbs of the patients, so that they might all feel, at the same time,
the effects of the electricity contained in the tank; they were then
directed to touch each other in some way, either by the shoulder, the
elbow, or the feet, and each was to take in his hand a bar of iron,
which was also connected with the tank, and to place it to the heart,
head, or whatever was the seat of the malady. When they were all ready,
a soft and pleasing strain of music, executed by invisible performers,
was heard. Among the most eager of the crowd, on the evening of which
we speak, was a young, distinguished-looking, and beautiful woman, with
a graceful figure, and rather showily dressed, who pressed the iron to
her heart with wonderful energy, rolling her beautiful eyes, and
beginning to show, in the trembling of her hands, the first effects of
the electric fluid.
As she constantly threw back her head, resting it on the cushions of
her chair, all around could see perfectly her pale but beautiful face,
and her white throat. Many seemed to look at her with great
astonishment, and a general whispering commenced among those who
surrounded her.
Madame de la Motte was one of the most curious of the party; and of all
she saw around her, nothing attracted her attention so much as this
young lady, and after gazing earnestly at her for some time, she at
last murmured, “Oh! it is she, there is no doubt. It is the lady who
came to see me the other day.” And convinced that she was not mistaken,
she advanced towards her, congratulating herself that chance had
effected for her what she had so long been vainly trying to accomplish;
but at this moment the young lady closed her eyes, contracted her
mouth, and began to beat the air feebly with her hands, which hands,
however, did not seem to Jeanne the white and beautiful ones she had
seen in her room a few days before.
The patients now began to grow excited under the influence of the
fluid. Men and women began to utter sighs, and even cries, moving
convulsively their heads, arms, and legs. Then a man suddenly made his
appearance; no one had seen him enter; you might have fancied he came
out of the tank. He was dressed in a lilac robe, and held in his hand a
long wand, which he several times dipped into the mysterious tank; then
he made a sign, the doors opened, and twenty robust servants entered,
and seizing such of the patients as began to totter on their seats,
carried them into an adjoining room.
While this was going on Madame de la Motte heard a man who had
approached near to the young lady before-mentioned, and who was in a
perfect paroxysm of excitement, say in a loud voice, “It is surely
she!” Jeanne was about to ask him who she was, when her attention was
drawn to two ladies who were just entering, followed by a man, who,
though disguised as a bourgeois, had still the appearance of a servant.
The tournure of one of these ladies struck Jeanne so forcibly that she
made a step towards them, when a cry from the young woman near her
startled every one. The same man whom Jeanne had heard speak before now
called out, “But look, gentlemen, it is the queen.”
“The queen!” cried many voices, in surprise. “The queen here! The queen
in that state! Impossible!”
“But look,” said he again; “do you know the queen, or not?”
“Indeed,” said many, “the resemblance is incredible.”
“Monsieur,” said Jeanne to the speaker, who was a stout man, with quick
observant eyes, “did you say the queen?”
“Oh! madame, there is no doubt of it.”
“And where is she?”
“Why, that young lady that you see there, on the violet cushions, and
in such a state that she cannot moderate her transports, is the queen.”
“But on what do you found such an idea, monsieur?”
“Simply because it is the queen.” And he left Jeanne to go and spread
his news among the rest.
She turned from the almost revolting spectacle, and going near to the
door, found herself face to face with the two ladies she had seen
enter. Scarcely had she seen the elder one than she uttered a cry of
surprise.
“What is the matter?” asked the lady.
Jeanne took off her mask, and asked, “Do you recognize me, madame?”
The lady made, but quickly suppressed, a movement of surprise, and
said, “No, madame.”
“Well, madame, I recognize you, and will give you a proof;” and she
drew the box from her pocket, saying, “you left this at my house.”
“But supposing this to be true, what makes you so agitated?”
“I am agitated by the danger that your majesty is incurring here.”
“Explain yourself.”
“Not before you have put on this mask;” and she offered hers to the
queen, who, however, did not take it.
“I beg your majesty; there is not an instant to lose.”
The queen put on the mask. “And now, pray come away,” added Jeanne.
“But why?” said the queen.
“Your majesty has not been seen by any one?”
“I believe not.”
“So much the better.”
The queen mechanically moved to the door, but said again, “Will you
explain yourself?”
“Will not your majesty believe your humble servant for the present,
that you were running a great risk?”
“But what risk?”
“I will have the honor to tell your majesty whenever you will grant me
an hour’s audience; but it would take too long now;” and seeing that
the queen looked displeased, “Pray, madame,” said she, turning to the
Princess Lamballe, “join your petitions to mine that the queen should
leave this place immediately.”
“I think we had better, madame,” said the princess.
“Well, then, I will,” answered the queen; then, turning to Madame de la
Motte, “You ask for an audience?” she said.
“I beg for that honor, that I may explain this conduct to your
majesty.”
“Well, bring this box with you, and you shall be admitted; Laurent, the
porter, shall have orders to do so.” Then going into the street, she
called in German, “Kommen sie da, Weber.”
A carriage immediately drove up, they got in, and were immediately out
of sight.
When they were gone, Madame de la Motte said to herself, “I have done
right in this—for the rest, I must consider.”