Saint-Aignan, delighted with what he had just heard, and rejoiced at
what the future foreshadowed for him, bent his steps towards De Guiche’s
two rooms. He who, a quarter of an hour previously, would hardly
yield up his own rooms for a million francs, was now ready to expend
a million, if it were necessary, upon the acquisition of the two happy
rooms he coveted so eagerly. But he did not meet with so many obstacles.
M. de Guiche did not yet know where he was to lodge, and, besides,
was still too far ill to trouble himself about his lodgings; and so
Saint-Aignan obtained De Guiche’s two rooms without difficulty. As for
M. Dangeau, he was so immeasurably delighted, that he did not even give
himself the trouble to think whether Saint-Aignan had any particular
reason for removing. Within an hour after Saint-Aignan’s new resolution,
he was in possession of the two rooms; and ten minutes later Malicorne
entered, followed by the upholsterers. During this time, the king asked
for Saint-Aignan; the valet ran to his late apartments and found M.
Dangeau there; Dangeau sent him on to De Guiche’s, and Saint-Aignan was
found there; but a little delay had of course taken place, and the king
had already exhibited once or twice evident signs of impatience, when
Saint-Aignan entered his royal master’s presence, quite out of breath.
“You, too, abandon me, then,” said Louis XIV., in a similar tone
of lamentation to that with which Caesar, eighteen hundred years
previously, had pronounced the _Et tu quoque_.
“Sire, I am far from abandoning you, for, on the contrary, I am busily
occupied in changing my lodgings.”
“What do you mean? I thought you had finished moving three days ago.”
“Yes, sire. But I don’t find myself comfortable where I am, so I am
going to change to the opposite side of the building.”
“Was I not right when I said you were abandoning me?” exclaimed the
king. “Oh! this exceeds all endurance. But so it is: there was only
one woman for whom my heart cared at all, and all my family is leagued
together to tear her from me; and my friend, to whom I confided my
distress, and who helped me to bear up under it, has become wearied
of my complaints and is going to leave me without even asking my
permission.”
Saint-Aignan began to laugh. The king at once guessed there must be some
mystery in this want of respect. “What is it?” cried the king, full of
hope.
“This, sire, that the friend whom the king calumniates is going to try
if he cannot restore to his sovereign the happiness he has lost.”
“Are you going to let me see La Vallière?” said Louis XIV.
“I cannot say so, positively, but I hope so.”
“How--how?--tell me that, Saint-Aignan. I wish to know what your project
is, and to help you with all my power.”
“Sire,” replied Saint-Aignan, “I cannot, even myself, tell very well how
I must set about attaining success; but I have every reason to believe
that from to-morrow--”
“To-morrow, do you say! What happiness! But why are you changing your
rooms?”
“In order to serve your majesty to better advantage.”
“How can your moving serve me?”
“Do you happen to know where the two rooms destined for De Guiche are
situated?”
“Yes.”
“Well, your majesty now knows where I am going.”
“Very likely; but that does not help me.”
“What! is it possible that you do not understand, sire, that above
De Guiche’s lodgings are two rooms, one of which is Mademoiselle
Montalais’s, and the other--”
“La Vallière’s, is it not so, Saint-Aignan? Oh! yes, yes. It is a
brilliant idea, Saint-Aignan, a true friend’s idea, a poet’s idea. By
bringing me nearer her from whom the world seems to unite to separate
me--you are far more than Pylades was for Orestes, or Patroclus for
Achilles.”
“Sire,” said Aignan, with a smile, “I question whether, if your majesty
were to know my projects in their full extent, you would continue to
pronounce such a pompous eulogium upon me. Ah! sire, I know how very
different are the epithets which certain Puritans of the court will
not fail to apply to me when they learn of what I intend to do for your
majesty.”
“Saint-Aignan, I am dying with impatience; I am in a perfect fever; I
shall never be able to wait until to-morrow--to-morrow! why, to-morrow
is an eternity!”
“And yet, sire, I shall require you, if you please, to go out presently
and divert your impatience by a good walk.”
“With you--agreed; we will talk about your projects, we will talk of
her.”
“Nay, sire; I remain here.”
“Whom shall I go out with, then?”
“With the queen and all the ladies of the court.”
“Nothing shall induce me to do that, Saint-Aignan.”
“And yet, sire, you must.”
“_Must?_--no, no--a thousand times no! I will never again expose
myself to the horrible torture of being close to her, of seeing her, of
touching her dress as I pass by her, and yet not be able to say a
word to her. No, I renounce a torture which you suppose will bring me
happiness, but which consumes and eats away my very life; to see her in
the presence of strangers, and not to tell her that I love her, when my
whole being reveals my affection and betrays me to every one; no! I have
sworn never to do it again, and I will keep my oath.”
“Yet, sire, pray listen to me for a moment.”
“I will listen to nothing, Saint-Aignan.”
“In that case, I will continue; it is most urgent, sire--pray understand
me, it is of the greatest importance--that Madame and her maids of honor
should be absent for two hours from the palace.”
“I cannot understand your meaning at all, Saint-Aignan.”
“It is hard for me to give my sovereign directions what to do; but under
the circumstances I do give you directions, sire; and either a hunting
or a promenade party must be got up.”
“But if I were to do what you wish, it would be a caprice, a mere whim.
In displaying such an impatient humor I show my whole court that I have
no control over my own feelings. Do not people already say that I am
dreaming of the conquest of the world, but that I ought previously to
begin by achieving a conquest over myself?”
“Those who say so, sire, are as insolent as they would like to be
thought facetious; but whomever they may be, if your majesty prefers
to listen to them, I have nothing further to say. In such a case,
that which we have fixed to take place to-morrow must be postponed
indefinitely.”
“Nay, Saint-Aignan, I will go out this evening--I will go by torchlight
to Saint-Germain: I will breakfast there to-morrow, and will return to
Paris by three o’clock. Will that do?”
“Admirably.”
“In that case I will set out this evening at eight o’clock.”
“Your majesty has fixed upon the exact minute.”
“And you positively will tell me nothing more?”
“It is because I have nothing more to tell you. Industry counts for
something in this world, sire; but still, chance plays so important
a part in it that I have been accustomed to leave her the sidewalk,
confident that she will manage so as to always take the street.”
“Well, I abandon myself entirely to you.”
“And you are quite right.”
Comforted in this manner, the king went immediately to Madame, to whom
he announced the intended expedition. Madame fancied at the first moment
that she saw in this unexpectedly arranged party a plot of the king’s
to converse with La Vallière, either on the road under cover of the
darkness, or in some other way, but she took especial care not to show
any of her fancies to her brother-in-law, and accepted the invitation
with a smile upon her lips. She gave directions aloud that her maids of
honor should accompany her, secretly intending in the evening to take
the most effectual steps to interfere with his majesty’s attachment.
Then, when she was alone, and at the very moment the poor lover, who
had issued orders for the departure, was reveling in the idea that
Mademoiselle de la Vallière would form one of the party,--luxuriating in
the sad happiness persecuted lovers enjoy of realizing through the
sense of sight alone all the transports of possession,--Madame, who
was surrounded by her maids of honor, was saying:--“Two ladies will
be enough for me this evening, Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente and
Mademoiselle de Montalais.”
La Vallière had anticipated her own omission, and was prepared for it:
but persecution had rendered her courageous, and she did not give Madame
the pleasure of seeing on her face the impression of the shock her heart
received. On the contrary, smiling with that ineffable gentleness which
gave an angelic expression to her features--“In that case, Madame, I
shall be at liberty this evening, I suppose?” she said.
“Of course.”
“I shall be able to employ it, then, in progressing with that piece of
tapestry which your highness has been good enough to notice, and which I
have already had the honor of offering to you.”
And having made a respectful obeisance she withdrew to her own
apartment; Mesdemoiselles de Tonnay-Charente and de Montalais did the
same. The rumor of the intended promenade soon spread all over the
palace; ten minutes afterwards Malicorne learned Madame’s resolution,
and slipped under Montalais’s door a note, in the following terms:
“L. V. must positively pass the night the night with Madame.”
Montalais, in pursuance of the compact she had entered into, began by
burning the letter, and then sat down to reflect. Montalais was a girl
full of expedients, and so she very soon arranged her plan. Towards five
o’clock, which was the hour for her to repair to Madame’s apartment, she
was running across the courtyard, and had reached within a dozen paces
of a group of officers, when she uttered a cry, fell gracefully on
one knee, rose again, with difficulty, and walked on limpingly. The
gentlemen ran forward to her assistance; Montalais had sprained her
foot. Faithful to the discharge of her duty, she insisted, however,
notwithstanding her accident, upon going to Madame’s apartments.
“What is the matter, and why do you limp so?” she inquired; “I mistook
you for La Vallière.”
Montalais related how it had happened, that in hurrying on, in order to
arrive as quickly as possible, she had sprained her foot. Madame seemed
to pity her, and wished to have a surgeon sent for immediately, but
she, assuring her that there was nothing really serious in the accident,
said: “My only regret, Madame, is, that it will preclude my attendance
on you, and I should have begged Mademoiselle de la Vallière to take my
place with your royal highness, but--” seeing that Madame frowned, she
added--“I have not done so.”
“Why did you not do so?” inquired Madame.
“Because poor La Vallière seemed so happy to have her liberty for a
whole evening and night too, that I did not feel courageous enough to
ask her to take my place.”
“What, is she so delighted as that?” inquired madame, struck by these
words.
“She is wild with delight; she, who is always so melancholy, was singing
like a bird. Besides, your highness knows how much she detests going out,
and also that her character has a spice of wildness in it.”
“So!” thought Madame, “this extreme delight hardly seems natural to me.”
“She has already made all her preparations for dining in her own room
_tete-a-tete_ with one of her favorite books. And then, as your highness
has six other young ladies who would be delighted to accompany you, I
did not make my proposal to La Vallière.” Madame did not say a word in
reply.
“Have I acted properly?” continued Montalais, with a slight fluttering
of the heart, seeing the little success that seemed to attend the _ruse
de guerre_ which she had relied upon with so much confidence that she
had not thought it even necessary to try and find another. “Does Madame
approve of what I have done?” she continued.
Madame was reflecting that the king could very easily leave
Saint-Germain during the night, and that, as it was only four leagues
and a half from Paris to Saint-Germain, he might readily be in Paris
in an hour’s time. “Tell me,” she said, “whether La Vallière, when she
heard of your accident, offered at least to bear you company?”
“Oh! she does not yet know of my accident; but even did she know of it,
I most certainly should not ask her to do anything that might interfere
with her own plans. I think she wishes this evening to realize quietly
by herself that amusement of the late king, when he said to M. de
Cinq-Mars, ‘Let us amuse ourselves by doing nothing, and making
ourselves miserable.’”
Madame felt convinced that some mysterious love adventure lurked behind
this strong desire for solitude. The secret _might_ be Louis’s return
during the night; it could not be doubted any longer La Vallière had
been informed of his intended return, and that was the reason for her
delight at having to remain behind at the Palais Royal. It was a plan
settled and arranged beforehand.
“I will not be their dupe though,” said Madame, and she took a decisive
step. “Mademoiselle de Montalais,” she said, “will you have the
goodness to inform your friend, Mademoiselle de la Vallière, that I
am exceedingly sorry to disarrange her projects of solitude, but that
instead of becoming _ennuyee_ by remaining behind alone as she wished,
she will be good enough to accompany us to Saint-Germain and get
_ennuyee_ there.”
“Ah! poor La Vallière,” said Montalais, compassionately, but with her
heart throbbing with delight; “oh, Madame, could there not be some
means--”
“Enough,” said Madame; “I desire it. I prefer Mademoiselle la Baume le
Blanc’s society to that of any one else. Go, and send her to me, and
take care of your foot.”
Montalais did not wait for the order to be repeated; she returned to her
room, almost forgetting to feign lameness, wrote an answer to Malicorne,
and slipped it under the carpet. The answer simply said: “She shall.” A
Spartan could not have written more laconically.
“By this means,” thought Madame, “I will look narrowly after all on the
road; she shall sleep near me during the night, and his majesty must
be very clever if he can exchange a single word with Mademoiselle de la
Vallière.”
La Vallière received the order to set off with the same indifferent
gentleness with which she had received the order to play Cinderella.
But, inwardly, her delight was extreme, and she looked upon this change
in the princess’s resolution as a consolation which Providence had sent
her. With less penetration than Madame possessed, she attributed all
to chance. While every one, with the exception of those in disgrace,
of those who were ill, and those who were suffering from sprains, were
being driven towards Saint-Germain, Malicorne smuggled his workman into
the palace in one of M. de Saint-Aignan’s carriages, and led him into
the room corresponding to La Vallière’s. The man set to work with a
will, tempted by the splendid reward which had been promised him. As the
very best tools and implements had been selected from the reserve stock
belonging to the engineers attached to the king’s household--and among
others, a saw with teeth so sharp and well tempered that it was able,
under water even, to cut through oaken joists as hard as iron--the work
in question advanced very rapidly, and a square portion of the ceiling,
taken from between two of the joists, fell into the arms of the
delighted Saint-Aignan, Malicorne, the workman, and a confidential
valet, the latter being one brought into the world to see and hear
everything, but to repeat nothing. In accordance with a new plan
indicated by Malicorne, the opening was effected in an angle of the
room--and for this reason. As there was no dressing-closet adjoining La
Vallière’s room, she had solicited, and had that very morning obtained,
a large screen intended to serve as a partition. The screen that had
been allotted her was perfectly sufficient to conceal the opening, which
would, besides, be hidden by all the artifices skilled cabinet-makers
would have at their command. The opening having been made, the workman
glided between the joists, and found himself in La Vallière’s room. When
there, he cut a square opening in the flooring, and out of the boards he
manufactured a trap so accurately fitting into the opening that the most
practised eye could hardly detect the necessary interstices made by its
lines of juncture with the floor. Malicorne had provided for everything:
a ring and a couple of hinges which had been bought for the purpose,
were affixed to the trap-door; and a small circular stair-case, packed
in sections, had been bought ready made by the industrious Malicorne,
who had paid two thousand francs for it. It was higher than what was
required, but the carpenter reduced the number of steps, and it
was found to suit exactly. This staircase, destined to receive so
illustrious a burden, was merely fastened to the wall by a couple of
iron clamps, and its base was fixed into the floor of the comte’s room
by two iron pegs screwed down tightly, so that the king, and all his
cabinet councilors too, might pass up and down the staircase without any
fear. Every blow of the hammer fell upon a thick pad or cushion, and
the saw was not used until the handle had been wrapped in wool, and the
blade steeped in oil. The noisiest part of the work, moreover, had taken
place during the night and early in the morning, that is to say, when
La Vallière and Madame were both absent. When, about two o’clock in the
afternoon, the court returned to the Palais Royal, La Vallière went up
into her own room. Everything was in its proper place--not the smallest
particle of sawdust, not the smallest chip, was left to bear witness to
the violation of her domicile. Saint-Aignan, however, wishing to do his
utmost in forwarding the work, had torn his fingers and his shirt
too, and had expended no ordinary amount of perspiration in the king’s
service. The palms of his hands were covered with blisters, occasioned
by his having held the ladder for Malicorne. He had, moreover, brought
up, one by one, the seven pieces of the staircase, each consisting of
two steps. In fact, we can safely assert that, if the king had seen him
so ardently at work, his majesty would have sworn an eternal gratitude
towards his faithful attendant. As Malicorne anticipated, the workman
had completely finished the job in twenty-four hours; he received
twenty-four louis, and left, overwhelmed with delight, for he had gained
in one day as much as six months’ hard work would have procured him.
No one had the slightest suspicion of what had taken place in the room
under Mademoiselle de la Vallière’s apartment. But in the evening of the
second day, at the very moment La Vallière had just left Madame’s circle
and returned to her own room, she heard a slight creaking sound in one
corner. Astonished, she looked to see whence it proceeded, and the noise
began again. “Who is there?” she said, in a tone of alarm.
“It is I, Louise,” replied the well-known voice of the king.
“You! you!” cried the young girl, who for a moment fancied herself under
the influence of a dream. “But where? You, sire?”
“Here,” replied the king, opening one of the folds of the screen, and
appearing like a ghost at the end of the room.
La Vallière uttered a loud cry, and fell trembling into an armchair, as
the king advanced respectfully towards her.