"It is abominable! I cannot live in this manner."
"How miserable all this is," said the chevalier. "We hoped to enjoy
tranquillity after that madman Buckingham had left."
"And this is worse."
"I do not say that, monseigneur."
"Yes, but I say it; for Buckingham would never have ventured upon a
fourth part of what we have just now seen."
"What do you mean?"
"To conceal oneself for the purposes of dancing, and to feign
indisposition in order to dine _tete-a-tete_."
"No, no, monseigneur."
"Yes, yes," exclaimed the prince, exciting himself like a self-willed
child; "but I will not endure it any longer, I must learn what is really
going on."
"Oh, monseigneur, an exposure--"
"By Heaven, monsieur, _shall_ I put myself out of the way, when people
show so little consideration for me? Wait for me here, chevalier, wait
for me here." The prince disappeared in the neighboring apartment and
inquired of the gentleman in attendance if the queen-mother had returned
from chapel.
Anne of Austria felt that her happiness was now complete; peace restored
to her family, a nation delighted with the presence of a young monarch
who had shown an aptitude for affairs of great importance; the revenues
of the state increased; external peace assured; everything seemed to
promise a tranquil future. Her thoughts recurred, now and then, to the
poor young nobleman whom she had received as a mother, and had driven
away as a hard-hearted step-mother, and she sighed as she thought of
him.
Suddenly the Duc d'Orleans entered her room. "Dear mother," he exclaimed
hurriedly, closing the door, "things cannot go on as they are now."
Anne of Austria raised her beautiful eyes towards him, and with an
unmoved suavity of manner, said, "What do you allude to?"
"I wish to speak of Madame."
"Your wife?"
"Yes, madame."
"I suppose that silly fellow Buckingham has been writing a farewell
letter to her."
"Oh! yes, madame; of course, it is a question of Buckingham."
"Of whom else could it be, then? for that poor fellow was, wrongly
enough, the object of your jealousy, and I thought--"
"My wife, madame, has already replaced the Duke of Buckingham."
"Philip, what are you saying? You are speaking very heedlessly."
"No, no. Madame has so managed matters, that I am still jealous."
"Of whom, in Heaven's name?"
"Is it possible you have not remarked it? Have you not noticed that M.
de Guiche is always in her apartments--always
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