Louise de la Valliere Part 65
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"Oh! _a propos_ of the duke, Mary, it seems he has shown you great attention since his return from France; how is your own heart in that direction?"
Mary Grafton shrugged her shoulders with seeming indifference.
"Well, well, I will ask Bragelonne about it," said Stewart, laughing; "let us go and find him at once."
"What for?"
"I wish to speak to him."
"Not yet, one word before you do: come, come, you who know so many of the king's secrets, tell me why M. de Bragelonne is in England?"
"Because he was sent as an envoy from one sovereign to another."
"That may be; but, seriously, although politics do not much concern us, we know enough to be satisfied that M. de Bragelonne has no mission of serious import here."
"Well, then, listen," said Stewart, with a.s.sumed gravity, "for your sake I am going to betray a state secret. Shall I tell you the nature of the letter which King Louis XIV. gave M. de Bragelonne for King Charles II.?
I will; these are the very words: 'My brother, the bearer of this is a gentleman attached to my court, and the son of one whom you regard most warmly. Treat him kindly, I beg, and try and make him like England.'"
"Did it say that!"
"Word for word--or something very like it. I will not answer for the form, but the substance I am sure of."
"Well, and what conclusion do you, or rather what conclusion does the king, draw from that?"
"That the king of France has his own reasons for removing M. de Bragelonne, and for getting him married anywhere else than in France."
"So that, then, in consequence of this letter--"
"King Charles received M. de Bragelonne, as you are aware, in the most distinguished and friendly manner; the handsomest apartments in Whitehall were allotted to him; and as you are the most valuable and precious person in his court, inasmuch as you have rejected his heart,--nay, do not blush,--he wished you to take a fancy to this Frenchman, and he was desirous to confer upon him so costly a prize.
And this is the reason why you, the heiress of three hundred thousand pounds, a future d.u.c.h.ess, so beautiful, so good, have been thrown in Bragelonne's way, in all the promenades and parties of pleasure to which he was invited. In fact it was a plot,--a kind of conspiracy."
Mary Grafton smiled with that charming expression which was habitual to her, and pressing her companion's arm, said: "Thank the king, Lucy."
"Yes, yes, but the Duke of Buckingham is jealous, so take care."
Hardly had she p.r.o.nounced these words, when the duke appeared from one of the pavilions on the terrace, and, approaching the two girls, with a smile, said, "You are mistaken, Miss Lucy; I am not jealous; and the proof, Miss Mary, is yonder, in the person of M. de Bragelonne himself, who ought to be the cause of my jealousy, but who is dreaming in pensive solitude. Poor fellow! Allow me to leave you for a few minutes, while I avail myself of those few minutes to converse with Miss Lucy Stewart, to whom I have something to say." And then, bowing to Lucy, he added, "Will you do me the honor to accept my hand, in order that I may lead you to the king, who is waiting for us?" With these words, Buckingham, still smiling, took Miss Stewart's hand, and led her away. When by herself, Mary Grafton, her head gently inclined towards her shoulder, with that indolent gracefulness of action which distinguishes young English girls, remained for a moment with her eyes fixed on Raoul, but as if uncertain what to do. At last, after first blus.h.i.+ng violently, and then turning deadly pale, thus revealing the internal combat which a.s.sailed her heart, she seemed to make up her mind to adopt a decided course, and with a tolerably firm step, advanced towards the seat on which Raoul was reclining, buried in the profoundest meditation, as we have already said. The sound of Miss Mary's steps, though they could hardly be heard upon the green sward, awakened Raoul from his musing att.i.tude; he turned round, perceived the young girl, and walked forward to meet the companion whom his happy destiny had thrown in his way.
"I have been sent to you, monsieur," said Mary Grafton; "will you take care of me?"
"To whom is my grat.i.tude due, for so great a happiness?" inquired Raoul.
"To the Duke of Buckingham," replied Mary, affecting a gayety she did not really feel.
"To the Duke of Buckingham, do you say?--he who so pa.s.sionately seeks your charming society! Am I really to believe you are serious, mademoiselle?"
"The fact is, monsieur, you perceive, that everything seems to conspire to make us pa.s.s the best, or rather the longest, part of our days together. Yesterday it was the king who desired me to beg you to seat yourself next to me at dinner; to-day, it is the Duke of Buckingham who begs me to come and place myself near you on this seat."
"And he has gone away in order to leave us together?" asked Raoul, with some embarra.s.sment.
"Look yonder, at the turning of that path; he is just out of sight, with Miss Stewart. Are these polite attentions usual in France, monsieur le vicomte?"
"I cannot very precisely say what people do in France, mademoiselle, for I can hardly be called a Frenchman. I have resided in many countries, and almost always as a soldier; and then, I have spent a long period of my life in the country. I am almost a savage."
"You do not like your residence in England, I fear."
"I scarcely know," said Raoul, inattentively, and sighing deeply at the same time.
"What! you do not know?"
"Forgive me," said Raoul, shaking his head, and collecting his thoughts, "I did not hear you."
"Oh!" said the young girl, sighing in her turn, "how wrong the duke was to send me here!"
"Wrong!" said Raoul, "perhaps so; for I am but a rude, uncouth companion, and my society annoys you. The duke did, indeed, very wrong to send you."
"It is precisely," replied Mary Grafton, in a clear, calm voice, "because your society does not annoy me, that the duke was wrong to send me to you."
It was now Raoul's turn to blush. "But," he resumed, "how happens it that the Duke of Buckingham should send you to me; and why did you come?
the duke loves you, and you love him."
"No," replied Mary, seriously, "the duke does not love me, because he is in love with the d.u.c.h.esse d'Orleans; and, as for myself, I have no affection for the duke."
Raoul looked at the young lady with astonishment.
"Are you a friend of the Duke of Buckingham?" she inquired.
"The duke has honored me by calling me so ever since we met in France."
"You are simple acquaintances, then?"
"No; for the duke is the most intimate friend of one whom I regard as a brother."
"The Duc de Guiche?"
"Yes."
"He who is in love with Madame la d.u.c.h.esse d'Orleans?"
"Oh! What is that you are saying?"
"And who loves him in return," continued the young girl, quietly.
Raoul bent down his head, and Mary Grafton, sighing deeply, continued, "They are very happy. But, leave me, Monsieur de Bragelonne, for the Duke of Buckingham has given you a very troublesome commission in offering me as a companion for your promenade. Your heart is elsewhere, and it is with the greatest difficulty you can be charitable enough to lend me your attention. Confess truly; it would be unfair on your part, vicomte, not to admit it."
"Madame, I do confess it."
She looked at him steadily. He was so n.o.ble and so handsome in his bearing, his eyes revealed so much gentleness, candor, and resolution, that the idea could not possibly enter her mind that he was either rudely discourteous, or a mere simpleton. She only perceived, clearly enough, that he loved another woman, and not herself, with the whole strength of his heart. "Ah! I now understand you," she said; "you have left your heart behind you in France." Raoul bowed. "The duke is aware of your affection?"
"No one knows it," replied Raoul.
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