Memoirs of Madame de Montespan — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 455 pages of information about Memoirs of Madame de Montespan — Complete.

Memoirs of Madame de Montespan — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 455 pages of information about Memoirs of Madame de Montespan — Complete.

This state of affairs went on for six whole years, during which time Madame de Nesmond lavished upon her comely paramour all the wealth amassed by her frugal, orderly spouse.

At last the President could stand it no longer, but went and made a bitter complaint to the King.  His Majesty at once asked the Spanish Ambassador to have Melladoro recalled.

At this news, Clorinde was seized with violent convulsions; so severe, indeed, was this attack, that her wretched husband at once sought to have the order rescinded.  But as it transpired, the King’s wish had been instantly complied with, and the unwelcome news had to be told to Clorinde.

“If you love me,” quoth she to her husband, “then grant me this last favour, after which, I swear it, Clorinde will never make further appeal to your kind-heartedness.  However quick they have been, my young friend cannot yet have reached the coast.  Let me have sight of him once more; let me give him a lock of my hair, a few loving words of advice, and one last kiss before he is lost to me forever.”

So fervent was her pleading and so profuse her tears, that M. de Nesmond consented to do all.  His coach-and-six was got ready there and then.  An hour before sunset the belfries of Havre came in sight, and as it was high tide, they drove right up to the harbour wharf.

The ship had just loosed her moorings, and was gliding out to sea.  Clorinde could recognise Melladoro standing amid the passengers on deck.  Half fainting, she stretched out her arms and called him in a piteous voice.  Blushing, he sought to hide behind his companions, who all begged him to show himself.  By means of a wherry Clorinde soon reached the frigate, and the good-natured sailors helped her to climb up the side of the vessel.  But in her agitation and bewilderment her foot slipped, and she fell into the sea, whence she was soon rescued by several of the pluckiest of the crew.

As she was being removed to her carriage, the vessel sailed out of harbour.  M. de Nesmond took a large house at Havre, in order to nurse her with greater convenience, and had to stop there for a whole month, his wife being at length brought back on a litter to Paris.

Her convalescence was but an illusion after all.  Hardly had she reached home when fatal symptoms appeared; she felt that she must die, but showed little concern thereat.  The portrait of the handsome Spaniard lay close beside her on her couch.  She smiled at it, besought it to have pity on her loneliness, or scolded it bitterly for indifference, and for going away.

A short time before her death, she sent for her husband and her father, to whom she entrusted the care of her three children.

“Monsieur,” said she to the President de Nesmond, “be kind to my son; he has a right to your name and arms, and though he is my living image, dearest Theodore is your son.”  Then turning to her father, who was weeping, she said briefly, “All that to-day remains to you of Clorinde are her two daughters.

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