第148章 'VIVE LE ROI!'(2)

As the two walked down the room,greeting here and there an obsequious friend,and followed in their progress by all eyes,Ifelt my heart sink indeed;both at sight of Turenne's good-humour,and of the company in which I found him.Aware that in proportion as he was pleased I was like to meet with displeasure,I still might have had hope left had I had Rosny left.Losing him,however--and I could not doubt,seeing him as I saw him,that I had lost him--and counting the King of Navarre as gone already,I felt such a failure of courage as I had never known before.I told myself with shame that I was not made for Courts,or for such scenes as these;and recalling with new and keen mortification the poor figure I had cut in the King of Navarre's antechamber at St.Jean,I experienced so strange a gush of pity for my mistress that nothing could exceed the tenderness I felt for her.I had won her under false colours,I was not worthy of her.I felt that my mere presence in her company in such a place as this,and among these people,must cover her with shame and humiliation.

To my great relief,since I knew my face was on fire,neither of the two,as they walked down the passage,looked my way or seemed conscious of my neighbourhood.At the door they stood a moment talking earnestly,and it seemed as if M.de Rosny would have accompanied the Vicomte farther.The latter would not suffer it,however,but took his leave there;and this with so many polite gestures that my last hope based on M.de Rosny vanished.

Nevertheless,that gentleman was not so wholly changed that on his turning to re-traverse the room I did not see a smile flicker for an instant on his features as the two lines of bowing courtiers opened before him.The next moment his look fell on me,and though his face scarcely altered,he stopped opposite me.

'M.de Marsac is waiting to see His Majesty?'he asked aloud,speaking to M.la Varenne.

My companion remaining silent,I bowed.

'In five minutes,'M.de Rosny replied quietly,yet with a distant air,which made me doubt whether I had not dreamed all Iremembered of this man.'Ah!M.de Paul,what can I do for you?'he continued.And he bent his head to listen to the application which a gentleman who stood next me poured into his ear.'I will see,'I heard him answer.'In any case you shall know to-morrow.'

'But you will be my friend?'M.Paul urged,detaining him by the sleeve.

'I will put only one before you,'he answered.

My neighbour seemed to shrink into himself with disappointment.

'Who is it?'he murmured piteously.

'The king and his service,my friend,'M.de Rosny replied drily.

And with that he walked away.But half a dozen times at least;before he reached the upper end of the room I saw the scene repeated.

I looked on at all this in the utmost astonishment,unable to guess or conceive what had happened to give M.de Rosny so much importance.For it did not;escape me that the few words he had stopped to speak to me had invested me with interest in the eyes of all who stood near.They gave me more room and a wider breathing-space,and looking at me askance,muttered my name in whispers.In my uncertainty,however,what this portended I drew no comfort from it;and before I had found time to weigh it thoroughly the door through which Turenne and Rosny had entered opened again.The pages and gentlemen who stood about it hastened to range themselves on either side.An usher carrying a white wand came rapidly down the room,here and there requesting the courtiers to stand back where the passage was narrow.Then a loud voice without cried,'The King,gentlemen!the King!'and one in every two of us stood a-tiptoe to see him enter.

But there came in only Henry of Navarre,wearing a violet cloak and cap.

I turned to La Varenne and with my head full of confusion,muttered impatiently,'But the king,man!Where is the king?'

He grinned at me,with his hand before his mouth.'Hush!'he whispered.''Twas a jest we played on you!His late Majesty died at daybreak this morning.This is the king.'

'This!the King of Navarre?'I cried;so loudly that some round us called 'Silence!'

'No,the King of France,fool!'he replied.'Your sword must be sharper than your wits,or I have been told some lies!'

I let the gibe pass and the jest,for my heart was beating so fast and painfully that I could scarcely preserve my outward composure.There was a mist before my eyes,and a darkness which set the lights at defiance.It was in vain I tried to think what this might mean--to me.I could not put two thoughts together,and while I still questioned what reception I might expect,and who in this new state of things were my friends,the king stopped before me.

'Ha,M.de Marsac!'he cried cheerfully,signing to those who stood before me to give place.'You are the gentleman who rode so fast to warn me the other morning.I have spoken to M.de Turenne about you,and he is willing to overlook the complaint he had against you.For the rest,go to my closet,my friend.Go!

Rosny knows my will respecting you.'

I had sense enough left to kneel and kiss his hand;but it was in silence,which he knew how to interpret.He had moved on and was speaking to another before I recovered the use of my tongue,or the wits which his gracious words had scattered.When I did so,and got on my feet again I found myself the centre of so much observation and the object of so many congratulations that I was glad to act upon the hint which La Varenne gave me,and hurry away to the closet.

Here,though I had now an inkling of what I had to expect,Ifound myself received with a kindness which bade fair to overwhelm me.Only M.de Rosny was in the room,and he took me by both hands in a manner which told me without a word that the Rosny of old days was back,and that;for the embarrassment I had caused him of late I was more than forgiven.When I tried to thank him for the good offices which I knew he had done me with the king he would have none of it;reminding me with a smile that he had eaten of my cheese when the choice lay between that and Lisieux.