Honor.
Miracles, unfortunately, could not be always happening, whilst Madame’s
ill-humor still continued. In a week’s time, matters had reached such a
point, that the king could no longer look at La Vallière without a look
full of suspicion crossing his own. Whenever a promenade was proposed,
Madame, in order to avoid the recurrence of similar scenes to that of
the thunder-storm, or the royal oak, had a variety of indispositions
ready prepared; and, thanks to them, she was unable to go out, and her
maids of honor were obliged to remain indoors also. There was not the
slightest chance of means of paying a nocturnal visit; for in this
respect the king had, on the very first occasion, experienced a severe
check, which happened in the following manner. As at Fontainebleau, he
had taken Saint-Aignan with him one evening when he wished to pay
La Vallière a visit; but he had found no one but Mademoiselle de
Tonnay-Charente, who had begun to call out “Fire!” and “Thieves!” in
such a manner that a perfect legion of chamber-maids, attendants, and
pages, ran to her assistance; so that Saint-Aignan, who had remained
behind in order to save the honor of his royal master, who had fled
precipitately, was obliged to submit to a severe scolding from the
queen-mother, as well as from Madame herself. In addition, he had, the
next morning, received two challenges from the De Mortemart family, and
the king had been obliged to interfere. This mistake had been owing
to the circumstance of Madame having suddenly ordered a change in the
apartments of her maids of honor, and directed La Vallière and Montalais
to sleep in her own cabinet. No gateway, therefore, was any longer
open--not even communication by letter; to write under the eyes of
so ferocious an Argus as Madame, whose temper and disposition were so
uncertain, was to run the risk of exposure to the greatest danger; and
it can well be conceived into what a state of continuous irritation, and
ever increasing anger, all these petty annoyances threw the young lion.
The king almost tormented himself to death endeavoring to discover a
means of communication; and, as he did not think proper to call in the
aid of Malicorne or D’Artagnan, the means were not discovered at all.
Malicorne had, indeed, occasional brilliant flashes of imagination, with
which he tried to inspire the king with confidence; but, whether from
shame or suspicion, the king, who had at first begun to nibble at the
bait, soon abandoned the hook. In this way, for instance, one evening,
while the king was crossing the garden, and looking up at Madame’s
windows, Malicorne stumbled over a ladder lying beside a border of box,
and said to Manicamp, then walking with him behind the king, “Did you
not see that I just now stumbled against a ladder, and was nearly thrown
down?”
“No,” said Manicamp, as usual very absent-minded, “but it appears you
did not fall.”
“That doesn’t matter; but it is not on that account the less dangerous
to leave ladders lying about in that manner.”
“True, one might hurt one’s self, especially when troubled with fits of
absence of mind.”
“I don’t mean that; what I did mean, was that it is dangerous to allow
ladders to lie about so near the windows of the maids of honor.” Louis
started imperceptibly.
“Why so?” inquired Manicamp.
“Speak louder,” whispered Malicorne, as he touched him with his arm.
“Why so?” said Manicamp, louder. The king listened.
“Because, for instance,” said Malicorne, “a ladder nineteen feet high is
just the height of the cornice of those windows.” Manicamp, instead of
answering, was dreaming of something else.
“Ask me, can’t you, what windows I mean,” whispered Malicorne.
“But what windows are you referring to?” said Manicamp, aloud.
“The windows of Madame’s apartments.”
“Eh!”
“Oh! I don’t say that any one would ever venture to go up a ladder into
Madame’s room; but in Madame’s cabinet, merely separated by a partition,
sleep two exceedingly pretty girls, Mesdemoiselles de la Vallière and de
Montalais.”
“By a partition?” said Manicamp.
“Look; you see how brilliantly lighted Madame’s apartments are--well, do
you see those two windows?”
“Yes.”
“And that window close to the others, but more dimly lighted?”
“Yes.”
“Well, that is the room of the maids of honor. Look, there is
Mademoiselle de la Vallière opening the window. Ah! how many soft things
could an enterprising lover say to her, if he only suspected that there
was lying here a ladder nineteen feet long, which would just reach the
cornice.”
“But she is not alone; you said Mademoiselle de Montalais is with her.”
“Mademoiselle de Montalais counts for nothing; she is her oldest friend,
and exceedingly devoted to her--a positive well, into which can be
thrown all sorts of secrets one might wish to get rid of.”
The king did not lose a single syllable of this conversation. Malicorne
even remarked that his majesty slackened his pace, in order to give him
time to finish. So, when they arrived at the door, Louis dismissed every
one, with the exception of Malicorne--a circumstance which excited no
surprise, for it was known that the king was in love; and they suspected
he was going to compose some verses by moonlight; and, although there
was no moon that evening, the king might, nevertheless, have some verses
to compose. Every one, therefore, took his leave; and, immediately
afterwards, the king turned towards Malicorne, who respectfully waited
until his majesty should address him. “What were you saying, just now,
about a ladder, Monsieur Malicorne?” he asked.
“Did I say anything about ladders, sire?” said Malicorne, looking up, as
if in search of words which had flown away.
“Yes, of a ladder nineteen feet long.”
“Oh, yes, sire, I remember; but I spoke to M. Manicamp, and I should not
have said a word had I known your majesty was near enough to hear us.”
“And why would you not have said a word?”
“Because I should not have liked to get the gardener into a scrape who
left it there--poor fellow!”
“Don’t make yourself uneasy on that account. What is this ladder like?”
“If your majesty wishes to see it, nothing is easier, for there it is.”
“In that box hedge?”
“Exactly.”
“Show it to me.”
Malicorne turned back, and led the king up to the ladder, saying, “This
is it, sire.”
“Pull it this way a little.”
When Malicorne had brought the ladder on to the gravel walk, the king
began to step its whole length. “Hum!” he said; “you say it is nineteen
feet long?”
“Yes, sire.”
“Nineteen feet--that is rather long; I hardly believe it can be so long
as that.”
“You cannot judge very correctly with the ladder in that position, sire.
If it were upright, against a tree or a wall, for instance, you would
be better able to judge, because the comparison would assist you a good
deal.”
“Oh! it does not matter, M. Malicorne; but I can hardly believe that the
ladder is nineteen feet high.”
“I know how accurate your majesty’s glance is, and yet I would wager.”
The king shook his head. “There is one unanswerable means of verifying
it,” said Malicorne.
“What is that?”
“Every one knows, sire, that the ground-floor of the palace is eighteen
feet high.”
“True, that is very well known.”
“Well, sire, if I place the ladder against the wall, we shall be able to
ascertain.”
“True.”
Malicorne took up the ladder, like a feather, and placed it upright
against the wall. And, in order to try the experiment, he chose, or
chance, perhaps, directed him to choose, the very window of the cabinet
where La Vallière was. The ladder just reached the edge of the cornice,
that is to say, the sill of the window; so that, by standing upon the
last round but one of the ladder, a man of about the middle height, as
the king was, for instance, could easily talk with those who might be
in the room. Hardly had the ladder been properly placed, when the king,
dropping the assumed part he had been playing in the comedy, began to
ascend the rounds of the ladder, which Malicorne held at the bottom. But
hardly had he completed half the distance when a patrol of Swiss guards
appeared in the garden, and advanced straight towards them. The king
descended with the utmost precipitation, and concealed himself among
the trees. Malicorne at once perceived that he must offer himself as
a sacrifice; for if he, too, were to conceal himself, the guard would
search everywhere until they had found either himself or the king,
perhaps both. It would be far better, therefore, that he alone should be
discovered. And, consequently, Malicorne hid himself so clumsily that
he was the only one arrested. As soon as he was arrested, Malicorne
was taken to the guard-house, and there he declared who he was, and was
immediately recognized. In the meantime, by concealing himself first
behind one clump of trees and then behind another, the king reached
the side door of his apartment, very much humiliated, and still more
disappointed. More than that, the noise made in arresting Malicorne had
drawn La Vallière and Montalais to their window; and even Madame herself
had appeared at her own, with a pair of wax candles, one in each hand,
clamorously asking what was the matter.
In the meantime, Malicorne sent for D’Artagnan, who did not lose a
moment in hurrying to him. But it was in vain he attempted to make him
understand his reasons, and in vain also that D’Artagnan did understand
them; and, further, it was equally in vain that both their sharp and
intuitive minds endeavored to give another turn to the adventure; there
was no other resource left for Malicorne but to let it be supposed
that he had wished to enter Mademoiselle de Montalais’s apartment,
as Saint-Aignan had passed for having wished to force Mademoiselle
de Tonnay-Charente’s door. Madame was inflexible; in the first place,
because, if Malicorne had, in fact, wished to enter her apartment at
night through the window, and by means of the ladder, in order to see
Montalais, it was a punishable offense on Malicorne’s part, and he must
be punished accordingly; and, in the second place, if Malicorne, instead
of acting in his own name, had acted as an intermediary between La
Vallière and a person whose name it was superfluous to mention, his
crime was in that case even greater, since love, which is an excuse for
everything, did not exist in the case as an excuse. Madame therefore
made the greatest possible disturbance about the matter, and obtained
his dismissal from Monsieur’s household, without reflecting, poor blind
creature, that both Malicorne and Montalais held her fast in their
clutches in consequence of her visit to De Guiche, and in a variety
of other ways equally delicate. Montalais, who was perfectly furious,
wished to revenge herself immediately, but Malicorne pointed out to her
that the king’s countenance would repay them for all the disgraces
in the world, and that it was a great thing to have to suffer on his
majesty’s account.
Malicorne was perfectly right, and, therefore, although Montalais had
the spirit of ten women in her, he succeeded in bringing her round to
his own opinion. And we must not omit to state that the king helped them
to console themselves, for, in the first place, he presented Malicorne
with fifty thousand francs as a compensation for the post he had lost,
and, in the next place, he gave him an appointment in his own household,
delighted to have an opportunity of revenging himself in such a manner
upon Madame for all she had made him and La Vallière suffer. But as
Malicorne could no longer carry significant handkerchiefs for him or
plant convenient ladders, the royal lover was in a terrible state. There
seemed to be no hope, therefore, of ever getting near La Vallière again,
so long as she should remain at the Palais Royal. All the dignities and
all the money in the world could not remedy that. Fortunately, however,
Malicorne was on the lookout, and this so successfully that he met
Montalais, who, to do her justice, it must be admitted, was doing her
best to meet Malicorne. “What do you do during the night in Madame’s
apartment?” he asked the young girl.
“Why, I go to sleep, of course,” she replied.
“But it is very wrong to sleep; it can hardly be possible that, with the
pain you are suffering, you can manage to do so.”
“And what am I suffering from, may I ask?”
“Are you not in despair at my absence?”
“Of course not, since you have received fifty thousand francs and an
appointment in the king’s household.”
“That is a matter of no moment; you are exceedingly afflicted at not
seeing me as you used to see me formerly, and more than all, you are
in despair at my having lost Madame’s confidence; come now, is not that
true?”
“Perfectly true.”
“Very good; your distress of mind prevents you sleeping at night, and so
you sob, and sigh, and blow your nose ten times every minute as loud as
possible.”
“But, my dear Malicorne, Madame cannot endure the slightest noise near
her.”
“I know that perfectly well; of course she can’t endure anything; and
so, I tell you, when she hears your deep distress, she will turn you out
of her rooms without a moment’s delay.”
“I understand.”
“Very fortunate you _do_.”
“Well, and what will happen next?”
“The next thing that will happen will be, that La Vallière, finding
herself alone without you, will groan and utter such loud lamentations,
that she will exhibit despair enough for two.”
“In that case she will be put into _another_ room, don’t you see?”
“Precisely so.”
“Yes, but which?”
“Which?”
“Yes, that will puzzle you to say, Mr. Inventor-General.”
“Not at all; whenever and whatever the room may be, it will always be
preferable to Madame’s own room.”
“That is true.”
“Very good, so begin your lamentations to-night.”
“I certainly will not fail to do so.”
“And give La Vallière a hint also.”
“Oh! don’t fear her, she cries quite enough already to herself.”
“Very well! all she has to do is cry out loudly.”
And they separated.