CHAPTER LXXV.
CHARNY, CARDINAL, AND QUEEN.
At the same moment as M. de Breteuil asked for an audience of the king,M. de Charny, pale and agitated, begged one of the queen. He wasadmitted, and touching tremblingly the hand she held out to him, said inan agitated voice, "Oh! madame, what a misfortune!"
"What is the matter?"
"Do you know what I have just heard? What the king has perhaps alreadyheard, or will hear to-morrow."
She trembled, for she thought of her night with Charny, and fancied theyhad been seen. "Speak," said she; "I am strong."
"They say, madame, that you bought a necklace from M. Boehmer."
"I returned it," said she quickly.
"But they say that you only pretended to do so, when the king preventedyou from paying for it by refusing you the money, and that you went toborrow the amount from some one else, who is your lover."
"And," cried the queen, with her usual impetuous confidence, "you,monsieur--you let them say that?"
"Madame, yesterday I went to M. Boehmer's with my uncle, who hadbrought some diamonds from the Indies, and wished to have them valued.There we heard this frightful story now being spread abroad by yourmajesty's enemies. Madame, I am in despair; if you bought the necklace,tell me; if you have not paid, tell me; but do not let me hear that M.de Rohan paid for you."
"M. de Rohan!"
"Yes, M. de Rohan, whom they call your lover--whom they say lent themoney--and whom an unhappy man, called Charny, saw in the park inVersailles, kneeling before the queen, and kissing her hand."
"Monsieur," cried Marie Antoinette, "if you believe these things whenyou leave me, you do not love me."
"Oh!" cried the young man, "the danger presses. I come to beg you to dome a favor."
"What danger?"
"Oh, madame! the cardinal paying for the queen dishonors her. I do notspeak now of the grief such a confidence in him causes to me. No; ofthese things one dies, but does not complain."
"You are mad!" cried Marie Antoinette, in anger.
"I am not mad, madame, but you are unhappy and lost. I saw you in thepark--I told you so--I was not deceived. To-day all the horrible truthhas burst out. M. de Rohan boasts, perhaps----"
The queen seized his arm. "You are mad," repeated she, withinexpressible anguish. "Believe anything--believe the impossible--but,in the name of heaven, after all I have said to you, do not believe meguilty. I, who never even thought of you without praying to God topardon me for my fault. Oh, M. de Charny! if you do not wish to kill me,do not tell me that you think me guilty."
Charny wrung his hands with anguish. "Listen," said he, "if you wish meto serve you efficaciously."
"A service from you?--from you, more cruel than my enemies? A servicefrom a man who despises me? Never, sir--never."
Charny approached, and took her hands in his. "This evening it will betoo late. Save me from despair, by saving yourself from shame."
"Monsieur!"
"Oh, I cannot pick my words with death, before me! If you do not listento me, we shall both die; you from shame, and I from grief. You wantmoney to pay for this necklace."
"I?"
"Do not deny it."
"I tell you----"
"Do not tell me that you have not the necklace."
"I swear!"
"Do not swear, if you wish me to love you. There remains one way to saveat once your honor and my love. The necklace is worth 1,600,000francs--you have paid 100,000. Here is the remainder; take it, and pay."
"You have sold your possessions--you have ruined yourself for me! Goodand noble heart, I love you!"
"Then you accept?"
"No; but I love you."
"And let M. de Rohan pay. Remember, madame, this would be no generositytowards me, but the refinement of cruelty."
"M. de Charny, I am a queen. I give to my subjects, but do not acceptfrom them."
"What do you mean to do, then?"
"You are frank. What do the jewelers say?"
"That as you cannot pay, M. de Rohan will pay for you."
"What does the public say?"
"That you have the necklace hidden, and will produce it when it shallhave been paid for; either by the cardinal, in his love for you, or bythe king, to prevent scandal."
"And you, Charny; in your turn, I ask, what do you say?"
"I think, madame, that you have need to prove your innocence to me."
The Prince Louis, Cardinal de Rohan, was at that moment announced by anusher.
"You shall have your wish," said the queen.
"You are going to receive him?"
"Yes."
"And I?"
"Go into my boudoir, and leave the door ajar, that you may hear. Bequick--here he is."
M. de Rohan appeared in his robes of office. The queen advanced towardshim, attempting a smile, which died away on her lips.
He was serious, and said, "Madame, I have several important things tocommunicate to you, although you shun my presence."
"I shun you so little, monsieur, that I was about to send for you."
"Am I alone with your majesty?" said he, in a low voice. "May I speakfreely?"
"Perfectly, monseigneur. Do not constrain yourself," said she aloud, forM. de. Charny to hear.
"The king will not come?"
"Have no fear of the king, or any one else."
"Oh, it is yourself I fear," said he, in a moved voice.
"Well, I am not formidable. Say quickly and openly what you have to say.I like frankness, and want no reserve. They say you complain of me; whathave you to reproach me with?"
The cardinal sighed.