“But,” said he, “God be thanked,
they have failed in it.”
“For that,” answered I, “I am the
more beholden to God and your amiable disposition.
However,” continued I, “we may derive
this good from it, that it ought to be a warning to
us to put ourselves upon our guard against the King’s
stratagems to bring about a disunion betwixt you and
my brother, by causing a rupture betwixt you and me.”
Whilst I was saying this, my brother entered the apartment,
and I made them renew their protestations of friendship.
But what oaths or promises can prevail against love!
This will appear more fully in the sequel of my story.
An Italian banker, who had concerns with my brother,
came to him the next morning, and invited him, the
King my husband, myself, the princesses, and other
ladies, to partake of an entertainment in a garden
belonging to him. Having made it a constant
rule, before and after I married, as long as I remained
in the Court of the Queen my mother, to go to no place
without her permission, I waited on her, at her return
from mass, and asked leave to be present at this banquet.
She refused to give any leave, and said she did not
care where I went. I leave you to judge, who
know my temper, whether I was not greatly mortified
at this rebuff.
Whilst we were enjoying this entertainment, the King,
having spoken with Liancourt, Camille, and Mademoiselle
Montigny, was apprised of the mistake which the malice
or misapprehension of Ruff had led him into.
Accordingly, he went to the Queen my mother and related
the whole truth, entreating her to remove any ill
impressions that might remain with me, as he perceived
that I was not deficient in point of understanding,
and feared that I might be induced to engage in some
plan of revenge.
When I returned from the banquet before mentioned,
I found that what the King my husband had foretold
was come to pass; for the Queen my mother sent for
me into her back closet, which was adjoining the King’s,
and told me that she was now acquainted with the truth,
and found I had not deceived her with a false story.
She had discovered, she said, that there was not
the least foundation for the report her valet de chambre
had made, and should dismiss him from her service as
a bad man. As she perceived by my looks that
I saw through this disguise, she said everything she
could think of to persuade me to a belief that the
King had not mentioned it to her. She continued
her arguments, and I still appeared incredulous.
At length the King entered the closet, and made many
apologies, declaring he had been imposed on, and assuring
me of his most cordial friendship and esteem; and
thus matters were set to rights again.
Fresh Intrigues.—Marriage of Henri III.—Bussi Arrives at Court and
Narrowly Escapes Assassination.
