The Comte d’Aubigne passed from an inferior government to a government of some importance.  He made himself beloved by endorsing a thousand petitions destined for his sister, the monarch’s friend; but his immoderate expenditure caused him to contract debts that his sister would only pay five or six times.

The Duc de Vivonne, my brother, laughed at him in society; he unceasingly outraged by his clumsiness his sister’s sense of discretion.  One day, in a gaming-house, seeing the table covered with gold, the Marshal exclaimed at the door:  “I will wager that D’Aubigne is here, and makes all this display; it is a magnificence worthy of him.”

“Yes, truly,” said the brother of the favourite; “I have received my silver staff, you see!” That was an uncouth impertinence, for assuredly M. de Vivonne had not owed this dignity to my favour.  The siege of Candia, and a thousand other distinguished actions, in which he had immortalised himself, called him to this exalted position, which I dare to say he has even rendered illustrious.

The Comte d’Aubigne’s saying was no less successful on that account, and his sister, who did not approve at all of this scandalous scene, had the good sense to condemn her most ridiculous gamester, and to make excuses for him to my brother and me.

CHAPTER XXVI.

Political Intrigue in Hungary.—­Dignity of the King of the Romans.—­The Good Appearance of a German Prince.—­The Turks at Vienna.—­The Duc de Lorraine.—­The King of Rome.

Whatever the conduct of the King may have been towards me, I do not write out of resentment or to avenge myself.  But in the midst of the peace which the leisure that he has given me leaves me, I feel some satisfaction in inditing the memoirs of my life, which was attached to his so closely, and wish to relate with sincerity the things I have seen.  What would be the use of memoirs from which sincerity were absent?  Whom could they inspire with a desire of reading them?

The King was born profoundly ambitious.  All the actions of his public life bore witness to it.  It would be useless for him to rebut the charge; all his aims, all his political work, all his sieges, all his battles, all his bloody exploits prove it.  He had robbed the Emperor of an immense quantity of towns and territories in succession.  The greatness of the House of Austria irritated him.  He had begun by weakening it in order to dominate it; and, in bringing it under his sway, he hoped to draw to himself the respect and submission of the Germanic Electoral body, and cause the Imperial Crown to pass to his house, as soon as the occasion should present itself.

We had often heard him say:  “Monseigneur has all the good appearance of a German prince.”  This singular compliment, this praise, was not without motive.  The King wished that this opinion and this portrait should go straight into Germany, and create there a kind of naturalisation and adoption for his son.