The day after the events we have just related,--that is to say, on the
7th of May, 1832,--a great dinner-party was given at the château de
Vouillé, to celebrate the birthday of Madame la Comtesse de Vouillé,
who had on that day completed her twenty-fourth year.
The company had just sat down to table, and at this table, among
twenty-five other guests, was the prefect of Vienne and the mayor of
Châtellerault, relations more or less distant of Madame de Vouillé.
The soup was just removed when a servant entered the dining-room, and
said a few words in Monsieur de Vouillé's ear. Monsieur de Vouillé
made the man repeat them twice. Then addressing his guests, he said:--
"I beg you to excuse me for a few moments. A lady has arrived at the
gate in a post-chaise, and she insists on speaking to me personally.
Will you allow me to see what this lady wants?"
Permission was, of course, unanimously granted, though Madame de
Vouillé's eyes followed her husband to the door with some uneasiness.
Monsieur de Vouillé hastened to the gate. There, sure enough, was a
post-chaise, containing two persons, a man and a woman. A servant in
sky-blue livery with silver lace, was on the box. When he saw Monsieur
de Vouillé, whom he seemed to be expecting impatiently, he jumped
lightly down.
"Come, come, slow coach!" he said, as soon as the count was near
enough to hear him.
Monsieur de Vouillé stopped short, amazed,--more than amazed,
stupefied. What manner of servant was this, who dared to apostrophize
him in that style? He went nearer to let the fellow know his mind.
Then he stopped, and burst out laughing.
"What! is it you, de Lussac?" he said.
"Yes; undoubtedly, it is I."
"What is all this masquerading about?"
The counterfeit servant opened the carriage door and offered his arm
to enable the lady to get out of the chaise. Then he said:--
"My dear count, I have the honor to present you to Madame la Duchesse
de Berry." Bowing to the duchess, he continued, "Madame la duchesse,
Monsieur le Comte de Vouillé is one of my best friends and one of your
most devoted servants."
The count retreated a few steps.
"Madame la Duchesse de Berry!" he exclaimed, stupefied.
"In person, monsieur," said the duchess.
"Are you not proud and happy to receive her Royal Highness?" said de
Lussac.
"As proud and happy as an ardent royalist can be;
but--"
"What! is there a but?" asked the duchess.
"This is my wife's birthday, and we have twenty-five guests now dining
with us."
"Well, monsieur, there is a French proverb which says, 'Enough for two
is enough for three.' I am sure you will extend the maxim to mean
'Enough for twenty-five is enough for twenty-eight;' for I warn you
that Monsieur de Lussac, servant as he is, must dine at table, and he
is dying of hunger."
"Yes; but don't be uneasy," said the Baron de Lussac. "I'll take off
my livery."
Monsieur de Vouillé seized his head with both hands, as if he meant to
tear out his hair.
"What shall I do? what can I do?" he cried.
"Come," said the duchess, "let us talk sense."
"Talk sense!" said the count; "how can I? I am half crazy."
"Evidently not with joy," said the duchess.
"No, with terror, madame."
"Oh! you exaggerate the situation."
"But, madame, you are entering the lion's den. I have the prefect of
Vienne and the mayor of Châtellerault at my table."
"Very good; then you will present them to me."
"Good God! and under what title?"
"That of a cousin. You surely have some distant cousin, whose name
will answer the purpose."
"What an idea, madame!"
"Come, put it to use."
"I certainly have a cousin in Toulouse,--Madame de la Myre."
"The very thing! I am Madame de la Myre."
Then turning round in the carriage she offered her hand to an old man
about sixty-five years of age, who seemed waiting till the discussion
ended before he showed himself.
"Come, Monsieur de la Myre," said the duchess, "this is a surprise we
are giving our cousin, and we arrive just in time to keep his wife's
birthday. Come, cousin!"
So saying she jumped lightly out of the carriage and gayly slipped her
arm into that of the Comte de Vouillé.
"Yes, come!" said Monsieur de Vouillé, his mind made up to risk the
adventure into which the duchess was so joyously rushing. "Come!"
"Wait for me," cried the Baron de Lussac, jumping into the carriage,
which he transformed into a dressing-room, and changing his sky-blue
livery for a black surtout coat; "don't leave me behind."
"But who the devil are you to be?" asked M. de Vouillé.
"Oh! I'll be the Baron de Lussac, and--if Madame will permit me--the
cousin of your cousin."
"Stop! stop! monsieur le baron," said the old gentleman, who had not
yet spoken; "it seems to me that you are taking a great liberty."
"Pooh! we are on a campaign," said the duchess; "I permit it."
Monsieur de Vouillé now bravely led the way into the dining-room. The
curiosity of the guests and the uneasiness of the mistress of the
house were all the more excited by this prolonged absence. So, when
the door of the dining-room opened all eyes turned to the new
arrivals.
Whatever difficulties there may have been in playing the parts they
had thus unexpectedly assumed, none of the actors were at all
disconcerted.
"Dear," said the count to his wife, "I have often spoken to you of my
cousin in Toulouse--"
"Madame de la Myre?" interrupted the countess, eagerly.
"Yes,--Madame de la Myre. She is on her way to Nantes, and would not
pass the château without making your acquaintance. How fortunate that
she comes on your birthday! I hope it will bring luck to both."
"Dear cousin!" said the duchess, opening her arms to Madame de
Vouillé.
The two women kissed each other. As for the two men M. de Vouillé
contented himself with saying aloud, "Monsieur de la Myre," "Monsieur
de Lussac."
The company bowed.
"Now," said M. de Vouillé, "we must find seats for these new-comers,
who warn me that they are dying of hunger."
Every one moved a little. The table was large, and all the guests had
plenty of elbow-room; it was not difficult therefore to place three
additional persons.
"Did you not tell me, my dear cousin," said the duchess, "that the
prefect of Vienne was dining with you?"
"Yes, madame; and that is he whom you see on the countess's right,
with spectacles, a white cravat, and the rosette of an officer of the
Legion of honor in his buttonhole."
"Oh! pray present us."
Monsieur de Vouillé boldly carried on the comedy. He felt there was
nothing to be done but to play it out. Accordingly, he approached the
prefect, who was majestically leaning back in his chair.
"Monsieur le préfet," he said, "this is my cousin, who, with her
traditional respect for authority, thinks that a general presentation
is not enough, and therefore wishes to be presented to you
particularly."
"Generally, particularly, and officially," replied the gallant
functionary, "madame is and ever will be welcome."
"I accept the pledge, monsieur," said the duchess.
"Madame is going to Nantes?" asked the prefect, by way of making a
remark.
"Yes, monsieur; and thence to Paris,--at least, I hope so."
"It is not, I presume, the first time that Madame visits the capital?"
"No, monsieur; I lived there twelve years."
"And Madame left it--"
"Oh! very unwillingly, I assure you."
"Recently?"
"Two years ago last July."
"I can well understand that having once lived in Paris--"
"I should wish to return there. I am glad you understand that."
"Oh, Paris! Paris!" said the functionary.
"The paradise of the world!" said the duchess.
"Come, take your seats," said Monsieur de Vouillé.
"Oh, my dear cousin," said the duchess, with a glance at the place he
intended for her, "leave me beside Monsieur le préfet, I entreat you.
He has just expressed himself with so much feeling about the thing I
have most at heart that I place him, at once, on my list of friends."
The prefect, delighted with the compliment, drew aside his chair, and
Madame was installed in the seat to his left, to the detriment of the
person to whom that place of honor had been assigned. The two men
accepted without objection the seats given to them, and were soon
busy--M. de Lussac especially--in doing justice to the repast. The
other guests followed their example, and for a time nothing broke the
solemn silence which attends the beginning of a long-delayed and
impatiently awaited dinner.
Madame was the first to break that silence. Her adventurous spirit,
like the petrel, was more at ease in a gale.
"Well," she remarked, "I think our arrival must have interrupted the
conversation. Nothing is so depressing as a silent dinner. I detest
such dinners, my dear count; they are like those state functions at
the Tuileries, where, they tell me, no one was allowed to speak
unless the king had spoken. What were you all talking about before we
came in?"
"Dear cousin," said M. de Vouillé, "the prefect was kindly giving us
the official details of that blundering affair at Marseille."
"Blundering affair?" said the duchess.
"That's what he called it."
"And the words exactly describe the thing," said the functionary. "Can
you conceive of an expedition of that character for which the
arrangements were so carelessly made that it only required a
sub-lieutenant of the 13th regiment to arrest one of the leaders of
the outbreak and knock the whole affair in the head at once?"
"But don't you know, Monsieur le préfet," said the duchess, in a
melancholy tone, "in all great events there is a moment, a supreme
moment, when the destinies of princes and empires are shaken like
leaves in the wind? For example, when Napoleon at La Mure advanced to
meet the soldiers who were sent against him, if a sub-lieutenant of
any kind had taken him by the collar the return from Elba would have
been nothing more than a _blundering affair_."
There was silence after that, Madame having said the words in a
grieved tone. She herself re-opened the matter.
"And the Duchesse de Berry?" she said; "is it known what became of
her?"
"She returned on board of the 'Carlo Alberto.'"
"Ah!"
"It was the only sensible thing she could do, it seems to me," said
the prefect.
"You are quite right, monsieur," said the old gentleman, who had
accompanied Madame, and who had not before spoken; "and if I had had
the honor to be near her Highness and she had granted me some
authority, I should have given her that advice."
"No one was addressing you, my good husband," said the duchess. "I am
speaking to the prefect, and I want to know if he is quite sure her
Royal Highness has re-embarked?"
"Madame," said the prefect, with one of those administrative gestures
which admit of no contradiction, "the government is officially
informed of it."
"Ah!" exclaimed the duchess, "if the government is officially informed
of it, of course there is nothing to be said; but," she added,
venturing on still more slippery ground, "I did hear differently."
"Madame!" said the old gentleman, in a tone of slight reproach.
"What did you hear, cousin?" asked M. de Vouillé, who was beginning to
take the interest of a gambler in the game that was being played
before him.
"Yes, what have you heard, madame?" said the prefect.
"Oh, you understand, Monsieur le préfet, that it is not for me to give
you official news," said the duchess. "I am only telling you of
rumors, which may be mere nonsense."
"Madame de la Myre!" said the old man.
"Well, Monsieur de la Myre?" said the duchess.
"Do you know, madame," said the prefect, "that I think your husband is
very interfering. I will wager it is he who does not want you to go to
Paris?"
"That is precisely true. But I hope to go there in spite of him. 'What
woman wills, God wills.'"
"Oh, women! women!" cried the public functionary.
"What now?" asked the duchess.
"Nothing," said the prefect. "I am waiting, Madame, to hear the rumors
you mentioned just now about the Duchesse de Berry."
"Oh! they are simple enough. I heard,--but pray remember I give them
on no authority but common report,--I have heard that the Duchesse de
Berry rejected the advice of all her friends, and obstinately refused
to re-embark on the 'Carlo Alberto.'"
"Then where is she now?" asked the prefect.
"In France."
"In France! What can she do in France?"
"Why, you know very well, Monsieur le préfet," said the duchess, "that
her Royal Highness's chief object is La Vendée."
"No doubt; but having failed so signally at the
South--"
"All the more reason why she should try for success at the West."
The prefect smiled disdainfully.
"Then you really think she has re-embarked?" asked the duchess.
"I can positively assure you," said the prefect, "that she is at this
moment in the dominions of the king of Sardinia, from whom France is
about to ask an explanation."
"Poor king of Sardinia! He will give a very simple one."
"What?"
"He will say, 'I always knew Madame was a crazy creature; but I never
thought her craziness would lead her quite as far as this--'"
"Madame! madame!" said the old man.
"Ah, _ça!_ Monsieur de la Myre," said the duchess, "I do hope that
although you interfere with my wishes, you will have the grace to
respect my opinions,--all the more because I am sure they are those of
Monsieur le préfet. Are they not, monsieur?"
"The truth is," said that functionary, laughing, "that her Royal
Highness has behaved in this whole affair with the utmost folly."
"There! you see," said the duchess. "What would happen, Monsieur le
préfet, if these rumors were true and Madame should really come to La
Vendée?"
"How can she get here?" asked the prefect.
"Why, through the neighboring departments, or through yours. They tell
me she was seen at Toulouse in an open carriage while changing
horses."
"Good heavens!" cried the prefect; "that would be a little too bold."
"So bold that Monsieur le préfet doesn't believe it?"
"Not one word of it," said the official emphasizing each monosyllable
as he uttered it.
At that moment the door opened, and one of the count's footmen
announced that a clerk from the prefecture asked permission to deliver
a telegraphic despatch just received from Paris for the prefect.
"Will you permit him to enter?" said the prefect to the count.
"Why, of course," said the latter.
The clerk entered and gave a sealed package to the prefect, who bowed
his excuses to the company for opening it.
Absolute silence reigned. All eyes were fixed on the despatch. Madame
exchanged signs with M. de Vouillé, who laughed under his breath, with
M. de Lussac, who laughed aloud, and with her so-called husband who
maintained his imperturbably grave manner.
"Whew!" cried the public functionary suddenly, while his features were
indiscreet enough to betray the utmost surprise.
"What is the news?" asked M. de Vouillé.
"The news is," exclaimed the prefect, "that Madame de la Myre was
right in what she said about her Royal Highness. Her Royal Highness
has not left France; her Royal Highness is on her way to La Vendée,
through Toulouse, Libourne, and Poitiers."
So saying, the prefect rose.
"Where are you going, Monsieur le préfet?" asked the duchess.
"To do my duty, madame, painful as it is, and give orders that her
Royal Highness be arrested if, as this despatch warns me, she is
imprudent enough to pass through my department."
"Do so, Monsieur le préfet; do so," said the duchess. "I can only
applaud your zeal and assure you that I shall remember it when
occasion offers."
She held out her hand to the prefect, who kissed it gallantly, after
having, with a look, asked Monsieur de la Myre's permission to do so.