Ten Years Later by Alexandre Dumas (suggested reading TXT) 📗
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“The king has this evening been struck with a strange fancy; a woman loves him. He learned it accidentally, as he was listening to the conversation of this young girl with her companions; and his majesty has entirely abandoned himself to his new caprice. The girl’s name is Mademoiselle de la Valliere, and she is sufficiently pretty to warrant this caprice becoming a strong attachment. Beware of Mademoiselle de la Valliere.”
There was not a word about Madame. Aramis slowly folded the letter and put it in his pocket. Fouquet was still delightedly inhaling the perfume of his epistle.
“Monseigneur,” said Aramis, touching Fouquet’s arm.
“Yes, what is it?” he asked.
“An idea has just occurred to me. Are you acquainted with a young girl of the name of La Valliere?
“Not at all.”
“Reflect a little.”
“Ah! yes, I believe so; one of Madame’s maids of honor.”
“That must be the one.”
“Well, what then?”
“Well, monseigneur, it is to that young girl that you must pay your visit this evening.”
“Bah! why so?”
“Nay, more than that, it is to her you must present your cameos.”
“Nonsense.”
“You know, monseigneur, that my advice is not to be regarded lightly.”
“But this is unforeseen—”
“That is my affair. Pay your court in due form, and without loss of time, to Mademoiselle de la Valliere. I will be your guarantee with Madame de Belliere that your devotion is altogether politic.”
“What do you mean, my dear D’Herblay, and whose name have you just pronounced?”
“A name which ought to convince you that, as I am so well informed about yourself, I may possibly be just as well informed about others. Pay your court, therefore, to La Valliere.”
“I will pay my court to whomsoever you like,” replied Fouquet, his heart filled with happiness.
“Come, come, descend again to the earth, traveler in the seventh heaven,” said Aramis; “M. Colbert is approaching. He has been recruiting while we were reading; see, how he is surrounded, praised, congratulated; he is decidedly becoming powerful.” In fact, Colbert was advancing, escorted by all the courtiers who remained in the gardens, every one of whom complimented him upon the arrangements of the fete: all of which so puffed him up that he could hardly contain himself.
“If La Fontaine were here,” said Fouquet, smiling, “what an admirable opportunity for him to recite his fable of ‘The Frog that wanted to make itself as big as the Ox.’”
Colbert arrived in the center of the circle blazing with light; Fouquet awaited his approach, unmoved and with a slightly mocking smile. Colbert smiled too; he had been observing his enemy during the last quarter of an hour, and had been approaching him gradually. Colbert’s smile was a presage of hostility.
“Oh, oh!” said Aramis, in a low tone of voice to the superintendent; “the scoundrel is going to ask you again for more millions to pay for his fireworks and his colored lamps.” Colbert was the first to salute them, and with an air which he endeavored to render respectful. Fouquet hardly moved his head.
“Well, monseigneur, what do your eyes say? Have we shown our good taste?”
“Perfect taste,” replied Fouquet, without permitting the slightest tone of raillery to be remarked in his words.
“Oh!” said Colbert, maliciously, “you are treating us with indulgence. We are poor, we servants of the king, and Fontainebleau is no way to be compared as a residence with Vaux.”
“Quite true,” replied Fouquet coolly.
“But what can we do, monseigneur?” continued Colbert, “we have done our best on slender resources.”
Fouquet made a gesture of assent.
“But,” pursued Colbert, “it would be only a proper display of your magnificence, monseigneur, if you were to offer to his majesty a fete in your wonderful gardens—in those gardens which have cost you sixty millions of francs.”
“Seventy-two,” said Fouquet.
“An additional reason,” returned Colbert; “it would, indeed, be truly magnificent.”
“But do you suppose, monsieur, that his majesty would deign to accept my invitation?”
“I have no doubt whatever of it,” cried Colbert, hastily; “I will guarantee that he does.”
“You are exceedingly kind,” said Fouquet. “I may depend on it, then?”
“Yes, monseigneur; yes, certainly.”
“Then I will consider the matter,” yawned Fouquet.
“Accept, accept,” whispered Aramis, eagerly.
“You will consider?” repeated Colbert.
“Yes,” replied Fouquet; “in order to know what day I shall submit my invitation to the king.”
“This very evening, monseigneur, this very evening.”
“Agreed,” said the superintendent. “Gentlemen, I should wish to issue my invitations; but you know that wherever the king goes, the king is in his own palace; it is by his majesty, therefore, that you must be invited.” A murmur of delight immediately arose. Fouquet bowed and left.
“Proud and dauntless man,” thought Colbert, “you accept, and yet you know it will cost you ten millions.”
“You have ruined me,” whispered Fouquet, in a low tone, to Aramis.
“I have saved you,” replied the latter, whilst Fouquet ascended the flight of steps and inquired whether the king was still visible.
Chapter XLVII. The Orderly Clerk.
The king, anxious to be again quite alone, in order to reflect well upon what was passing in his heart, had withdrawn to his own apartments, where M. de Saint-Aignan had, after his conversation with Madame, gone to meet him. This conversation has already been related. The favorite, vain of his twofold importance, and feeling that he had become, during the last two hours, the confidant of the king, began to treat the affairs of the court in a somewhat indifferent manner: and, from the position in which he had placed himself, or rather, where chance had placed him, he saw nothing but love and garlands of flowers around him. The king’s love for Madame, that
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