Part 29 (1/2)
”Ten dozen every day.”
”And did they not disagree with him?”
”Not the least bit in the world.”
”Why, that is extraordinary! Had he neither the stone nor gout, nor any other complaint, in consequence?”
”No; his health was perfectly good, and he died through an accident.”
”By accident! Nature prompted him to eat oysters, so probably he required them; for up to a certain point our predominant tastes are conditions of our existence.”
”I am of your opinion,” said the Princess, with a smile.
”Madame, you always put a malicious construction on things,” returned the Marquis.
”I only want you to understand that these remarks might leave a wrong impression on a young woman's mind,” said she, and interrupted herself to exclaim, ”But this niece, this niece of mine!”
”Dear aunt, I still refuse to believe that she can have gone to M. de Montriveau,” said the Duc de Navarreins.
”Bah!” returned the Princess.
”What do you think, Vidame?” asked the Marquis.
”If the d.u.c.h.ess were an artless simpleton, I should think that----”
”But when a woman is in love she becomes an artless simpleton,” retorted the Princess. ”Really, my poor Vidame, you must be getting older.”
”After all, what is to be done?” asked the Duke.
”If my dear niece is wise,” said the Princess, ”she will go to Court this evening--fortunately, today is Monday, and reception day--and you must see that we all rally round her and give the lie to this absurd rumour. There are hundreds of ways of explaining things; and if the Marquis de Montriveau is a gentleman, he will come to our a.s.sistance. We will bring these children to listen to reason----”
”But, dear aunt, it is not easy to tell M. de Montriveau the truth to his face. He is one of Bonaparte's pupils, and he has a position. Why, he is one of the great men of the day; he is high up in the Guards, and very useful there. He has not a spark of ambition. He is just the man to say, 'Here is my commission, leave me in peace,' if the King should say a word that he did not like.”
”Then, pray, what are his opinions?”
”Very unsound.”
”Really,” sighed the Princess, ”the King is, as he always has been, a Jacobin under the Lilies of France.”
”Oh! not quite so bad,” said the Vidame.
”Yes; I have known him for a long while. The man that pointed out the Court to his wife on the occasion of her first state dinner in public with, 'These are our people,' could only be a black-hearted scoundrel.
I can see Monsieur exactly the same as ever in the King. The bad brother who voted so wrongly in his department of the Const.i.tuent a.s.sembly was sure to compound with the Liberals and allow them to argue and talk.
This philosophical cant will be just as dangerous now for the younger brother as it used to be for the elder; this fat man with the little mind is amusing himself by creating difficulties, and how his successor is to get out of them I do not know; he holds his younger brother in abhorrence; he would be glad to think as he lay dying, 'He will not reign very long----'”
”Aunt, he is the King, and I have the honour to be in his service----”
”But does your post take away your right of free speech, my dear? You come of quite as good a house as the Bourbons. If the Guises had shown a little more resolution, His Majesty would be a n.o.body at this day. It is time I went out of this world, the n.o.blesse is dead. Yes, it is all over with you, my children,” she continued, looking as she spoke at the Vidame. ”What has my niece done that the whole town should be talking about her? She is in the wrong; I disapprove of her conduct, a useless scandal is a blunder; that is why I still have my doubts about this want of regard for appearances; I brought her up, and I know that----”
Just at that moment the d.u.c.h.ess came out of her boudoir. She had recognised her aunt's voice and heard the name of Montriveau. She was still in her loose morning-gown; and even as she came in, M.