UNDER A COUCH.
About this time Lauzun, soon to become cousin-german to the King,
solicited the distinguished post of Grand Master of the Artillery.
Already he commanded the Dragoons, and was captain of the hundred
gentlemen pensioners who guarded the person of the Sovereign; but
this was not enough. The King readily promised him the appointment;
but time went on, and no warrant came. Lauzun grew uneasy—specially
as each time he recalled the subject the King evidently evaded it.
What did this mean? Who was his enemy? He spoke to the favourite,
Madame de Montespan, although he was well aware he had given her good
cause for hating him. Madame de Montespan, with the most winning
smiles, promised him her assistance. Still no warrant came. Again
Lauzun ventured to recall his promise to the King at his lever, while
handing him his feathered hat and cane. Louis turned away his head,
addressed the Duc de Roquelaure, and affected not to hear him. There
was treachery somewhere! Lauzun shrewdly suspected Madame de Montespan.
He would know for certain that very day, and if it were so he would
unmask her. He offered a heavy bribe to one of her confidential
attendants, well known to him in the days of their _liaison_, and
prevailed on her to introduce him into the saloon, where the King would
visit Madame de Montespan before supper, that very afternoon. Louis,
who told his mistress everything, and consulted her about all important
appointments, would be sure to mention Lauzun's renewed application
of that morning. At all events Lauzun would chance it. He knew the
lady was from home, having seen her start, in company with the Queen
and Mademoiselle de Montpensier, for a drive to Saint-Cloud. He had
handed his betrothed into the royal coach. No sooner had they started
than Lauzun was admitted into Madame de Montespan's apartments by her
friendly attendant. She assisted him in his arrangements, and finally
concealed him under a large couch covered with fine tapestry, on which
Madame de Montespan usually sat. It was an undignified proceeding.
He had to divest himself of his periwig and plumed hat, take off his
richly embroidered satin coat, tuck up his shirt sleeves, and crouch
upon his hands and knees upon the dusty floor. But these are trifles to
a man bent upon revenge!
Shortly before the hour of supper, which their Majesties eat in public,
Lauzun recognised Madame de Montespan's voice within her boudoir. Then
he heard steps approaching. He could swear to the King's solemn tread
and the sound of his cane tapping on the floor.
Almost before he could settle himself in the best position for
listening the King was announced. At the same moment Madame de
Montespan entered from her boudoir on the other side of the saloon.
He heard her advance to the door and receive the King. She kissed his
hand; Louis saluted her on both cheeks, and led her to the couch under
which Lauzun lay concealed.
"Your Majesty looks vexed this afternoon," said Madame de Montespan in
a softly modulated voice. "What has happened?"
"I am exceedingly annoyed about that affair of Lauzun," replied Louis,
seating himself in an arm-chair. "He has again applied to me about the
Artillery this morning."
Madame de Montespan leant back indolently among the cushions, little
dreaming who was crouching beneath so near her, and placed her feet
upon an embroidered stool. A feather fan hung at her side, and as the
weather was warm she took it up and moved it languidly to and fro,
gazing absently at the King, who awaited her reply.
"Did you hear what I said, Athanaise? I am annoyed about Lauzun."
"I heard, Sire; but what can I say? You already know my opinion on that
subject. Need I repeat it?"
This was said in a careless manner, as she sank back deeper among the
cushions.
(Lauzun was all ears. "She has given her opinion then," he said to
himself. "I think I can guess what it was.")
"I promised Lauzun the place, remember," continued the King. "He
certainly merits it; but your friend Louvois will not hear of his
appointment. He torments me every time I see him to give the Artillery
to the Comte de Lude."
"I certainly advise you," returned the lady, glancing at herself in an
opposite mirror and arranging the fringe of small curls that lay on her
forehead, "to be guided by the advice of so experienced a minister as
Louvois, rather than listen to such an empty-headed coxcomb as Lauzun."
("Ah, that is the opinion you have of me, is it?" muttered Lauzun. "Now
I know you, you traitress!")
"But remember, Athanaise," said the King, taking out his snuff-box and
applying the powder to his nose with great deliberation—"remember his
attachment to me, his courage."
"His attachment to you, Sire!" and Madame de Montespan smiled
ironically. "Do you believe in it?"
"Certainly. Then my word——"
"Bah! your word—that is nothing. Withdraw it."
("Ah! fiend," exclaimed Lauzun in a low voice, clenching his fists as
well as his position allowed him; "this is the way you plead my cause,
is it? Curses on you!")
"You need not fear for Lauzun," continued the lady blandly.
"Mademoiselle will take care of his interests—the old fool!"
Madame de Montespan, in imitation of _La Grande Mademoiselle_,
bridled, simpered, craned her neck, rounded her elbows, and stared
superciliously under her eyelids. Louis laughed.
"Spare my poor cousin, Marquise. She is eminently ridiculous; but I
love her sincerely. Her genuine affection for Lauzun touches me."
"For my part, Sire, I cannot understand how any woman can care for him.
He is such a _petit maître_—ill-made, short, with a complexion like a
lemon—altogether detestable. Not a man to my taste, certainly," added
she contemptuously, at the same time casting a flattering glance at the
King, as much as to say, in his presence no other man could possibly
be thought of. The King understood the glance and the compliment, and
smiled upon her.
"The ladies are not on your side, however," returned he. "They all
adore Lauzun. But about this command of Artillery—to whom am I to give
it?"
("Now I shall know all the depths of your treachery, Athanaise de
Montespan!" said Lauzun half aloud to himself from under the couch.)
"Did any one speak?" asked the King quickly. "I thought I heard a
voice."
(Lauzun bit his lips with vexation.)
"It must be my parrot, Sire," answered Madame de Montespan. "In giving
away so important a post you ought certainly to consult the welfare of
France. All personal considerations should be sacrificed." De Montespan
spoke pompously.
("_Sacré Dieu!_" murmured Lauzun. "She is a female Judas!")
"What can the welfare of France have to do with this appointment?"
asked the King, smiling.
("That is what I want to know too," whispered Lauzun. "Speak, serpent!")
"No man in France is better adapted to fill this post than Lauzun,"
added Louis gravely.
"How?" cried Madame de Montespan, sitting upright, and speaking in a
shrill voice and with much animation, as the King seemed to vacillate.
"How, Sire? Can you forget that dissensions between Louvois offended,
and Lauzun imperious, (and you know, Sire, his overbearing temper, and
how audacious he can be) must be exceedingly prejudicial to the State?"
"Spoken like an oracle!" exclaimed the King, looking admiringly at her.
"What a head you have for business, madame! You are as beautiful as
Venus, and as wise as Minerva!"
"Your Majesty flatters me," replied the lady, casting an enamoured
glance at him. "I only observe what is perfectly plain. I am sure your
Majesty's penetration must have arrived at this conclusion already.
Remember, Louvois may resign, if you affront him," continued she,
fixing her bright eyes on Louis.
"Now, all the fates prevent it!" cried Louis with alarm. "I should be
lost without Louvois."
"Then you must at once refuse Lauzun!" cried De Montespan with decision.
("By heaven, I will be revenged!" muttered Lauzun, stung with sudden
rage at her perfidy, in a louder voice than he was aware of.)
"Now I am certain I heard some one speak!" exclaimed the King,
frowning, and turning his ear towards the spot from which the sound
came. He paused to listen. "Athanaise," said he, rising, and looking
suspiciously at Madame de Montespan, "this is very strange. I demand an
explanation." His Olympian brow was knit.
"Your Majesty is mistaken, you only heard my parrot in the anteroom.
Surely you do not doubt me, Sire!" added she in a tearful voice,
putting her handkerchief to her eyes. "Such an insult would kill me."
Her bosom heaved. "Oh, Louis, you cannot love me if you entertain such
unworthy suspicions." Sobs, real or false, here stifled her voice.
Meanwhile Louis rose hastily, and looked into the corners and behind
all the cabinets, as if determined to make a thorough investigation of
the whole room. This would have rendered Lauzun's position desperate.
He positively shook with terror. Madame de Montespan still sobbed, her
handkerchief pressed to her eyes.
The King took a few turns up and down the saloon, brandished his cane,
and moved some chairs. The noise he made roused the parrot in the next
room into a fury. It screeched so loud that for a time nothing else
could be heard.
Finding no one, Louis, rather embarrassed, placed himself at a window.
He looked back at the beautiful woman still weeping on the settee.
"Come, no more tears, Athanaise," he said tenderly, approaching her
with a penitent look and taking the handkerchief from her face. "Let
this kiss seal my pardon. But the voice was really so distinct.
I thought for a moment——" Madame de Montespan fixed her eyes
reproachfully on him. "Well, no matter. Then you advise me to refuse
Lauzun the post he desires?"
"Certainly," returned the lady with decision. She was now quite calm
and alive to business.
A knock was heard at the door. Several gentlemen in waiting, attended
by pages, entered and announced that supper was served and the Queen
already at table.
"I must leave you, my angel," said the King, in a low voice, rising.
"It is time you should prepare for the performance of Molière's play in
the theatre arranged for to-night. Adieu, my adored Marquise. Forgive
my want of courtesy," he whispered in her ear. "But the parrot's voice
was so natural.—I will wipe off my fault in any manner you please."
"I ask for nothing, Sire," replied she, in the same low tone, "but that
you should refuse this place to Lauzun. Do this, and you are forgiven,"
and her eyes beamed on the King, who, after placing his hat, covered
with a plume of snowy ostrich feathers, on his head, raised it, bowed
to her, and kissed her hand. Then replacing his hat before he left
the room with his attendants, he passed the outer entrance, where the
_gardes du corps_, who never left him, presented arms.
Madame de Montespan passed into her closet.
When the saloon was empty, Lauzun, crimson in the face, foaming with
rage and much rumpled in appearance, emerged from his hiding-place.
He hastily replaced his wig,—so hastily, indeed, that he put it on
awry,—and dragged on his coat with such violence that he tore off the
priceless Malines lace ruffles. Oath after oath fell from his lips
as he dressed himself. "You shall pay for this, devil of a Marquise!
_Morbleu_, I will make you wince!" he muttered—for he dared not speak
louder until he had left the room. This he did, closing the doors with
the utmost precaution behind him.
The suite of rooms assigned to Madame de Montespan led by a corridor
to the landing of the grand marble staircase of the south wing. On the
other side and across this landing were the state apartments, situated
in the centre of the palace. To reach them Madame de Montespan must
pass this corridor. Lauzun placed himself behind the outer door, and
awaited her. After a long time she appeared. Her hair, just touched
with powder, was sown with diamonds. A necklace of large single
brilliants, linked together with pearls, lay upon her neck. Her dress
was of pink satin, woven with gold; the low body fitting tightly,
displayed to the utmost advantage her exquisite form. Her train of
violet velvet, bordered by pearls and _passementerie_ of gold, swept
the ground. She was a miracle of loveliness. Lauzun made her a profound
obeisance. Taking the tips of her fingers within his hand, he kissed
them, and begged permission to be allowed the honour of escorting her
across the landing to the state apartments. Madame de Montespan smiled;
his delicate attention flattered her vanity. Her anger was appeased.
The gay _sabreur_ was returning to his allegiance. Lauzun was now, too,
a personage, as the betrothed of Mademoiselle, and cousin-to-be of the
King. She almost repented she had urged the King so strongly to refuse
him the post of Grand Master of the Artillery.
Lauzun, speaking in the softest and most insinuating voice, now asked
her if she had condescended, during her recent interview with the
King, to remember his humble suit to his Majesty, for which he had
recommended himself to her all-powerful influence?
"This very afternoon I have done so," replied she with the utmost
effrontery. "Indeed, I have urged your claims so strongly upon both his
Majesty and Louvois that I believe you will receive the appointment
to-morrow."
"How kind you are!" answered Lauzun, affecting to smile.
"Yes," returned the lady, "after all my eloquence, Monsieur le Comte,
you must be successful," and she gave him one of those glances out of
her serpent eyes, whose power she knew so well.
"Delightful!" rejoined Lauzun aloud. "I am quite satisfied." Then,
placing his mouth close to her ear, while a Satanic look passed over
his face, he hissed out, "Yes, I am satisfied, for now I have fairly
unmasked you. You are the greatest liar in his Majesty's dominions!"
As he spoke her arm still lay confidingly on his. In a moment he had
seized and crushed it violently. Madame de Montespan gave a piercing
scream.
"Yes," yelled Lauzun, planting himself before her—"yes, I can prove
what I say. I have heard every word you said of me to the King. I was
present—concealed."
"Ah!" shrieked Madame de Montespan, agonised with pain. She stopped,
and leant against the wall for support. A look of real terror came into
her face. She turned appealingly toward Lauzun, who stood before her
glaring with passion, then, overcome by pain and fright, she staggered,
and fainting, or affecting to faint, fell heavily upon the pavement.
There Lauzun left her. Without calling for help, he strode rapidly down
the grand staircase, and disappeared.