Part 36 (1/2)
”His Grace is bountiful of kindness to me, and has given the greatest proof of it in enabling me to serve Your Majesty.”
”My pleasure is,” pursued the King, ”that you attach yourself to my friend M. de Perrencourt here, and accompany him and hold yourself at his disposal until further commands from me reach you.”
M. de Perrencourt stepped forward and addressed me.
”In two hours' time, sir,” said he, ”I beg you to be ready to accompany me. A s.h.i.+p lies yonder at the pier, waiting to carry His Excellency M.
Colbert de Croissy and myself to Calais to-night on business of moment.
Since the King gives you to me, I pray your company.”
”Till then, Mr Dale, adieu,” said the King. ”Not a word of what has pa.s.sed here to-night to any man--or any woman. Be in readiness. You know enough, I think, to tell you that you receive a great honour in M. de Perrencourt's request. Your discretion will show your worthiness. Kiss Madame's hand and leave us.”
They both smiled at me, and I stood half-bewildered. ”Go,” said M. de Perrencourt with a laugh, clapping me on the shoulder. The two turned away. Madame held out her hand towards me; I bent and kissed it.
”Mr Dale,” said she, ”you have all the virtues.”
”Alas, Madame, I fear you don't mean to commend me.”
”Yes, for a rarity, at least. But you have one vice.”
”It shall be mended, if your Royal Highness will tell its name.”
”Nay, I shall increase it by naming it. But here it is; your eyes are too wide open, Mr Dale.”
”My mother, Madame, used to accuse me of a trick of keeping them half-shut.”
”Your mother had not seen you at Court, sir.”
”True, Madame, nor had my eyes beheld your Royal Highness.”
She laughed, pleased with a compliment which was well in the mode then, though my sons may ridicule it; but as she turned away she added,
”I shall not be with you to-night, and M. de Perrencourt hates a staring eye.”
I was warned and I was grateful. But there I stopped. Since Heaven had given me my eyes, nothing on earth could prevent them opening when matter worth the looking was presented. And perhaps they might be open, and yet seem shut to M. de Perrencourt. With a final salute to the exalted company I went out; as I went they resumed their places at the table, M. de Perrencourt saying, ”Come, let us finish. I must be away before dawn.”
I returned to my quarters in no small turmoil; yet my head, though it still ached sorely from the effect of tasting that draught so fortunately dashed from my hand, was clear enough, and I could put together all the pieces of the puzzle save one. But that one chanced to be of some moment to me, for it was myself. The business with the King which had brought M. de Perrencourt so stealthily to Dover was finished, or was even now being accomplished; his presence and authority had reinforced Madame's persuasions, and the treaty was made. But in these high affairs I had no place. If I would find my work I must look elsewhere, to the struggle that had arisen between M. de Perrencourt and his Grace the Duke of Monmouth, in which the stakes were not wars or religions, and the quarrel of simpler nature. In that fight Louis (for I did not trouble to maintain his disguise in my thoughts) had won, as he was certain to win if he put forth his strength. My heart was sore for Mistress Barbara. I knew that she was to be the spoil of the French King's victory, and that the loss to the beauty of his Court caused by the departure of Mlle. de Querouaille was to find compensation. But, still, where was my part? I saw only one thing: that Louis had taken a liking for me, and might well choose me as his instrument, if an instrument were needed. But for what and where it was needed I could not conceive; since all France was under his feet, and a thousand men would spring up to do his bidding at a word--aye, let the bidding be what it might, and the task as disgraceful as you will. What were the qualities in me or in my condition that dictated his choice baffled conjecture.
Suddenly came a low knock on the door. I opened it and a man slipped in quickly and covertly. To my amazement, I saw Carford. He had kept much out of sight lately; I supposed that he had discovered all he wanted from Monmouth's ready confidence, and had carried his ill-won gains to his paymaster. But supposing that he would keep up the comedy I said stiffly,
”You come to me from the Duke of Monmouth, my lord?”
He was in no mood for pretence to-night. He was in a state of great excitement, and, brus.h.i.+ng aside all reserve, made at once for the point.
”I am come,” said he, ”to speak a word with you. In an hour you're to sail for France?”
”Yes,” said I. ”Those are the King's orders.”
”But in an hour you could be so far from here that he with whom you go could not wait for your return.”