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FROM THE MEMOIRS OF A MINISTER OF FRANCE

FROM THE MEMOIRS

OF A MINISTER OF

FRANCE

BY STANLEY WEYMAN

FROM THE MEMOIRS OF A MINISTER OF FRANCE

CHAPTER I. THE

CLOCKMAKER OF POISSY.

Foreseeing that some who do not love me will be swift to allege that in

the preparation of these memoirs I have set down only such things as

redound to my credit, and have suppressed the many experiences not so

propitious which fall to the lot of the most sagacious while in power, I take

this opportunity of refuting that calumny. For the truth stands so far the

other way that my respect for the King's person has led me to omit many

things creditable to me; and some, it may be, that place me in a higher

light than any I have set down. And not only that: but I propose in this

very place to narrate the curious details of an adventure wherein I showed

to less advantage than usual; and on which I should, were I moved by the

petty feelings imputed to me by malice, be absolutely silent.

One day, about a fortnight after the quarrel between the King and the

Duchess of Beaufort, which I have described, and which arose, it will be

remembered, out of my refusal to pay the christening expenses of her

second son on the scale of a child of France, I was sitting in my lodgings

at St. Germains when Maignan announced that M. de Perrot desired to see

me. Knowing Perrot to be one of the most notorious beggars about the

court, with an insatiable maw of his own and an endless train of nephews

and nieces, I was at first for being employed; but, reflecting that in the

crisis in the King's affairs which I saw approaching--and which must, if he

pursued his expressed intention of marrying the Duchess, be fraught with

infinite danger to the State and himself--the least help might be of the

greatest moment, I bade them admit him; privately determining to throw

the odium of any refusal upon the overweening influence of Madame de

Sourdis, the Duchess's aunt.

Accordingly I met him with civility, and was not surprised when, with

his second speech, he brought out the word FAVOUR. But I was

surprised--for, as I have said, I knew him to be the best practised beggar in

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the world--to note in his manner some indications of embarrassment and

nervousness; which, when I did not immediately assent, increased to a

sensible extent.

"It is a very small thing, M. de Rosny," he said, breathing hard.

On that hint I declared my willingness to serve him. "But," I added,

shrugging my shoulders and speaking in a confidential tone, "no one

knows the Court better than you do, M. de Perrot. You are in all our

secrets, and you must be aware that at present--I say nothing of the

Duchess, she is a good woman, and devoted to his Majesty--but there are

others--"

"I know," he answered, with a flash of malevolence that did not escape

me. "But this is a private favour, M. de Rosny. It is nothing that

Madame de Sourdis can desire, either for herself or for others."

That aroused my curiosity. Only the week before, Madame de

Sourdis had obtained a Hat for her son, and the post of assistant Deputy

Comptroller of Buildings for her Groom of the Chambers. For her niece

the Duchess she meditated obtaining nothing less than a crown. I was at

pains, therefore, to think of any office, post, or pension that could be

beyond the pale of her desires; and in a fit of gaiety I bade M. de Perrot

speak out and explain his riddle.

"It is a small thing," he said, with ill-disguised nervousness. "The King

hunts to-morrow."

"Yes," I said.

"And very commonly he rides back in your company, M. le Marquis."

"Sometimes," I said; "or with M. d'Epernon. Or, if he is in a mood

for scandal, with M. la Varenne or Vitry."

"But with you, if you wish it, and care to contrive it so," he persisted,

with a cunning look.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Well?" I said, wondering more and

more what he would be at.

"I have a house on the farther side of Poissy," he continued. "And I

should take it as a favour, M. de Rosny, if you could induce the King to

dismount there to-morrow and take a cup of wine."

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"That is a very small thing," I said bluntly, wondering much why he

had made so great a parade of the matter, and still more why he seemed so

ill at ease. "Yet, after such a prelude, if any but a friend of your tried

loyalty asked it, I might expect to find Spanish liquorice in the cup."

"That is out of the question, in my case," he answered with a slight

assumption of offence, which he immediately dropped. "And you say it

is a small thing; it is the more easily granted, M. de Rosny."

"But the King goes and comes at his pleasure," I replied warily. "Of

course, he might-take it into his head to descend at your house. There

would be nothing surprising in such a visit. I think that he has paid you

one before, M. de Perrot?"

He assented eagerly.

"And he may do so," I said, smiling, "to-morrow. But then, again, he

may not. The chase may lead him another way; or he may be late in

returning; or--in fine, a hundred things may happen."

I had no mind to go farther than that; and I supposed that it would

satisfy him, and that he would thank me and take his leave. To my surprise,

however, he stood his ground, and even pressed me more than was polite;

while his countenance, when I again eluded him, assumed an expression

of chagrin and vexation so much in excess of the occasion as to awaken

fresh doubts in my mind. But these only the more confirmed me in my

resolution to commit myself no farther, especially as he was not a man I

loved or could trust; and in the end he had to retire with such comfort as I

had already given him.

In itself, and on the surface, the thing seemed to be a trifle, unworthy

of the serious consideration of any man. But in so far as it touched the

King's person and movements, I was inclined to view it in another light;

and this the more, as I still had fresh in my memory the remarkable

manner in which Father Cotton, the Jesuit, had given me a warning by a

word about a boxwood fire. After a moment's thought, therefore, I

summoned Boisrueil, one of my gentlemen, who had an acknowledged

talent for collecting gossip; and I told him in a casual way that M. de

Perrot had been with me.

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"He has not been at Court for a week," he remarked.

"Indeed?" I said.

"He applied for the post of Assistant Deputy Comptroller of Buildings

for his nephew, and took offence when it was given to Madame de

Sourdis' Groom of the Chambers."

"Ha!" I said; "a dangerous malcontent."

Boisrueil smiled. "He has lived a week out of the sunshine of his

Majesty's countenance, your excellency. After that, all things are

possible."

This was my own estimate of the man, whom I took to be one of those

smug, pliant self-seekers whom Courts and peace breed up. I could

imagine no danger that could threaten the King from such a quarter; while

curiosity inclined me to grant his request. As it happened, the deer the

next day took us in the direction of Poissy, and the King, who was always

itching to discuss with me the question of his projected marriage, and as

constantly, since our long talk in the garden at Rennes, avoiding the

subject when with me, bade me ride home with him. On coming within

half a mile of Perrot's I let fall his name, and in a very natural way

suggested that the King should alight there for a few minutes.

It was one of the things Henry delighted to do, for, endowed with the

easiest manners, and able in a moment to exchange the formality of the

Louvre for the freedom of the camp, he could give to such cheap favours

their full value. He consented on the instant, therefore; and turning our

horses into a by-road, we sauntered down it with no greater attendance

than a couple of pages.

The sun was near setting, and its rays, which still gilded the tree-tops,

left the wood below pensive and melancholy. The house stood in a

solitary place on the edge of the forest, half a mile from Poissy; and these

two things had their effect on my mind. I began to wish that we had

brought with us half a troop of horse, or at least two or three gentlemen;

and, startled by the thought of the unknown chances to which, out of mere

idle curiosity, I was exposing the King, I would gladly have turned back.

But without explanation I could not do so; and while I hesitated Henry

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cried out gaily that we were there.

A short avenue of limes led from the forest road to the door. I looked

curiously before us as we rode under the trees, in some fear lest M. de

Perrot's preparations should discover my complicity, and apprise the King

that he was expected. But so far was this from being the case that no one

appeared; the house rose still and silent in the mellow light of sunset, and,

for all that we could see, might have been the fabled palace of

enchantment.

"'He is Jean de Nivelle's dog; he runs away when you call him,'" the

King quoted. "Get down, Rosny. We have reached the palace of the

Sleeping Princess. It remains only to sound the horn, and--"

I was in the act of dismounting, with my back to him, when his words

came to this sudden stop. I turned to learn what caused it, and saw

standing in the aperture of the wicket, which had been silently opened, a

girl, little more than a child, of the most striking beauty. Surprise shone

in her eyes, and shyness and alarm had brought the colour to her cheeks;

while the level rays of the sun, which forced her to screen her eyes with

one small hand, clothed her figure in a robe of lucent glory. I heard the

King whistle low. Before I could speak he had flung himself from his

horse and, throwing the reins to one of the pages, was bowing before her.

"We were about to sound the horn, Mademoiselle," he said, smiling.

"The horn, Monsieur?" she exclaimed, opening her eyes in wonder,

and staring at him with the prettiest face of astonishment.

"Yes, Mademoiselle; to awaken the sleeping princess," he rejoined.

"But I see that she is already awake."

Through the innocence of her eyes flashed a sudden gleam of archness.

"Monsieur flatters himself," she said, with a smile that just revealed the

whiteness of her teeth.

It was such an answer as delighted the King; who loved, above all

things, a combination of wit and beauty, and never for any long time wore

the chains of a woman who did not unite sense to more showy attractions.

From the effect which the grace and freshness of the girl had on me, I

could judge in a degree of the impression made on him; his next words

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showed not only its depth, but that he was determined to enjoy the

adventure to the full. He presented me to her as M. de Sage, and inquiring

affectionately after Perrot, learned in a trice that she was his niece, not

long from a convent at Loches; finally, begging to be allowed to rest

awhile, he dropped a gallant hint that a cup of wine from her hands would

be acceptable.

All this, and her innocent doubt what she ought to do, thus brought

face to face with two strange cavaliers, threw the girl into such a state of

blushing confusion as redoubled her charms. It appeared that her uncle had

been summoned unexpectedly to Marly, and had taken his son with him;

and that the household had seized the occasion to go to a village FETE at

Acheres. Only an old servant remained in the house; who presently

appeared and took her orders. I saw from the man's start of consternation

that he knew the King; but a glance from Henry's eyes bidding me keep up

the illusion, I followed the fellow and charged him not to betray the King's

incognito. When I returned, I found that Mademoiselle had conducted

her visitor to a grassy terrace which ran along the south side of the house,

and was screened from the forest by an alley of apple trees, and from the

east wind by a hedge of yew. Here, where the last rays of the sun threw

sinuous shadows on the turf, and Paris seemed a million miles away, they

were walking up and down, the sound of their laughter breaking the

woodland silence. Mademoiselle had a fan, with which and an air of

convent coquetry she occasionally shaded her eyes. The King carried his

hat in his hand. It was such an adventure as he loved, with all his heart;

and I stood a little way off, smiling, and thinking grimly of M. de Perrot.

On a sudden, hearing a step behind me, I turned, and saw a young man

in a riding-dress come quickly through an opening in the yew hedge. As

I turned, he stopped; his jaw fell, and he stood rooted to the ground,

gazing at the two on the terrace, while his face, which a moment before

had worn an air of pleased expectancy, grew on a sudden dark with

passion, and put on such a look as made me move towards him. Before I

reached him, However, M. de Perrot himself appeared at his side. The

young man flashed round on him. "MON DIEU, sir!" he cried, in a

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voice choked with anger; "I see it all now! I understand why I was

carried away to Marly! I--but it shall not be! I swear it shall not!"

Between him and me--for, needless to say, I, too, understood all --M.

de Perrot was awkwardly placed. But he showed the presence of mind of

the old courtier. "Silence, sir!" He exclaimed imperatively. "Do you

not see M. de Rosny? Go to him at once and pay your respects to him,

and request him to honour you with his protection. Or--I see that you are

overcome by the honour which the King does us. Go, first, and change

your dress. Go, boy!"

The lad retired sullenly, and M. de Perrot, free to deal with me alone,

approached me, smiling assiduously, and trying hard to hide some

consciousness and a little shame under a mask of cordiality. "A thousand

pardons, M. de Rosny," he cried with effusion, "for an absence quite

unpardonable. But I so little expected to see his Majesty after what you

said, and--"

"Are in no hurry to interrupt him now you are here," I replied bluntly,

determined that, whoever he deceived, he should not flatter himself he

deceived me. "Pooh, man! I am not a fool," I continued.

"What is this?" he cried, with a desperate attempt to keep up the

farce. "I don't understand you!"

"No, the shoe is on the other foot--I understand you," I replied drily.

"Chut, man!" I continued, "you don't make a cats-paw of me. I see the

game. You are for sitting in Madame de Sourdis' seat, and giving your

son a Hat, and your groom a Comptrollership, and your niece a--"

"Hush, hush, M. de Rosny," he muttered, turning white and red, and

wiping his brow with his kerchief. "MON DIEU! your words might--"

"If overheard, make things very unpleasant for M. de Perrot," I said.

"And M. de Rosny?"

I shrugged my shoulders contemptuously. "Tush, man!" I said. "Do

you think that I sit in no safer seat than that?"

"Ah! But when Madame de Beaufort is Queen?" he said slily.

"If she ever is," I replied, affecting greater confidence than I at that

time felt.

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"Well, to be sure," he said slowly, "if she ever is." And he looked

towards the King and his companion, who were still chatting gaily. Then

he stole a crafty glance at me. "Do you wish her to be?" he muttered.

"Queen?" I said, "God forbid!"

"It would be a disgrace to France?" he whispered; and he laid his

hand on my arm, and looked eagerly into my face.

"Yes," I said.

"A blot on his fame?"

I nodded.

"A--a slur on a score of noble families?"

I could not deny it.

"Then--is it not worth while to avoid all that?" he murmured, his face

pale, and his small eyes glued to mine. "Is it not worth a little--sacrifice,

M. de Rosny?"

"And risk?" I said. "Possibly."

While the words were still on my lips, something stirred close to us,

behind the yew hedge beside which we were standing. Perrot darted in a

moment to the opening, and I after him. We were just in time to catch a

glimpse of a figure disappearing round the corner of the house. "Well," I

said grimly, "what about being overheard now?"

M. de Perrot wiped his face. "Thank Heaven!" he said, "it was only

my son. Now let me explain to you--"

But our hasty movement had caught the King's eye, and he came

towards us, covering himself as he approached. I had now an

opportunity of learning whether the girl was, in fact, as innocent as she

seemed, and as every particular of our reception had declared her; and I

watched her closely when Perrot's mode of address betrayed the King's

identity. Suffice it that the vivid blush which on the instant suffused her

face, and the lively emotion which almost overcame her, left me in no

doubt. With a charming air of bashfulness, and just so much timid

awkwardness as rendered her doubly bewitching, she tried to kneel and

kiss the King's hand. He would not permit this, however, but saluted her

cheek.

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"It seems that you were right, sire," she murmured, curtseying in a

pretty confusion, "The princess was not awake."

Henry laughed gaily. "Come now; tell me frankly, Mademoiselle,"

he said. "For whom did you take me?"

"Not for the King, sire," she answered, with a gleam of roguishness.

"You told me that the King was a good man, whose benevolent impulses

were constantly checked--"

"Ah!"

"By M. de Rosny, his Minister."

The outburst of laughter which greeted this apprised her that she was

again at fault; and Henry, who liked nothing better than such

mystifications, introducing me by my proper name, we diverted ourselves

for some minutes with her alarm and excuses. After that it was time to

take leave, if we would sup at home and the King would not be missed;

and accordingly, but not without some further badinage, in which

Mademoiselle de Brut displayed wit equal to her beauty, and an agreeable

refinement not always found with either, we departed.

It should be clearly understood at this point, that, notwithstanding all I

have set down, I was fully determined (in accordance with a rule I have

constantly followed, and would enjoin on all who do not desire to find

themselves one day saddled with an ugly name) to have no part in the

affair; and this though the advantage of altering the King's intentions

towards Madame de Beaufort was never more vividly present to my mind.

As we rode, indeed, he put several questions concerning the Baron, and

his family, and connections; and, falling into a reverie, and smiling a good

deal at his thoughts, left me in no doubt as to the impression made upon

him. But being engaged at the time with the Spanish treaty, and resolved,

as I have said, to steer a course uninfluenced by such intrigues, I did not

let my mind dwell upon the matter; nor gave it, indeed, a second thought

until the next afternoon, when, sitting at an open window of my lodging, I

heard a voice in the street ask where the Duchess de Beaufort had her

apartment.

The voice struck a chord in my memory, and I looked out. The man

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