, who displayed it with some pride to her less successful
rivals. The queen of the chase had seated herself some twenty paces from
the bank on which Louis and Madame Henrietta were reclining; and leaned
her back against a magnificent oak-tree entwined with ivy, and stuck
the butterfly on the long cane she carried in her hand. Mademoiselle
de Tonnay-Charente was very beautiful, and the gentlemen, accordingly,
deserted her companions, and under the pretext of complimenting her
upon her success, pressed in a circle around her. The king and princess
looked gloomily at this scene, as spectators of maturer age look on
at the games of little children. "They seem to be amusing themselves
there," said the king.
"Greatly, sire; I have always found that people are amused wherever
youth and beauty are to be found."
"What do you think of Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente, Henrietta?"
inquired the king.
"I think she has rather too much flax-yellow and lily-whiteness in her
complexion," replied Madame, fixing in a moment upon the only fault it
was possible to find in the almost perfect beauty of the future Madame
de Montespan."
"Rather too fair, yes; but beautiful, I think, in spite of that."
"Is that your opinion, sire?"
"Yes, really."
"Very well; and it is mine, too."
"And she seems to be much sought after."
"On, that is a matter of course. Lovers flutter from one to another. If
we had hunted for lovers instead of butterflies, you can see, from those
who surround her, what successful sport we should have had."
"Tell me, Henrietta, what would be said if the king were to make himself
one of those lovers, and let his glance fall in that direction? Would
some one else be jealous, in such a case?"
"Oh! sire, Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente is a very efficacious
remedy," said Madame, with a sigh. "She would cure a jealous man,
certainly; but she might possibly make a woman jealous, too."
"Henrietta," exclaimed Louis, "you fill my heart with joy. Yes, yes;
Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente is far too beautiful to serve as a
cloak."
"A king's cloak," said Madame Henrietta, smiling, "ought to be
beautiful."
"Do you advise me to do it, then?" inquired Louis.
"I! what should I say, sire, except that to give such an advice would be
to supply arms against myself? It would be folly or pride to advise you
to take, for the heroine of an assumed affection, a woman more beautiful
than the one for whom you pretend to fee
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