The Audience.
"Well?" cried Athos with a mild look of reproach when D'Artagnan had read the letter addressed to him by Monk.
"Well!" said D'Artagnan, red with pleasure, and a little with shame, at having so hastily accused the king and Monk.
"This is a politeness, -- which leads to nothing, it is true, but yet it is a politeness.""I had great difficulty in believing the young prince ungrateful," said Athos.
"The fact is, that his present is still too near his past,"replied D'Artagnan; "after all, everything to the present moment proved me right.""I acknowledge it, my dear friend, I acknowledge it.Ah!
there is your cheerful look returned.You cannot think how delighted I am.""Thus you see," said D'Artagnan, "Charles II.receives M.
Monk at nine o'clock; he will receive me at ten; it is a grand audience, of the sort which at the Louvre are called `distributions of court holy water.' Come, let us go and place ourselves under the spout, my dear friend! Come along."Athos replied nothing; and both directed their steps, at a quick pace, towards the palace of St.James's, which the crowd still surrounded, to catch, through the windows, the shadows of the courtiers, and the reflection of the royal person.Eight o'clock was striking when the two friends took their places in the gallery filled with courtiers and politicians.Every one looked at these simply-dressed men in foreign costumes, at these two noble heads so full of character and meaning.On their side, Athos and D'Artagnan, having with two glances taken the measure of the whole assembly, resumed their chat.
A great noise was suddenly heard at the extremity of the gallery, -- it was General Monk, who entered, followed by more than twenty officers, all eager for a smile, as only the evening before he was master of all England, and a glorious morrow was looked to, for the restorer of the Stuart family.
"Gentlemen," said Monk, turning round, "henceforward I beg you to remember that I am no longer anything.Lately Icommanded the principal army of the republic; now that army is the king's, into whose hands I am about to surrender, at his command, my power of yesterday."Great surprise was painted on all the countenances, and the circle of adulators and suppliants which surrounded Monk an instant before, was enlarged by degrees, and ended by being lost in the large undulations of the crowd.Monk was going into the ante-chamber as others did.D'Artagnan could not help remarking this to the Comte de la Fere, who frowned on beholding it.Suddenly the door of the royal apartment opened, and the young king appeared, preceded by two officers of his household.
"Good evening, gentlemen," said he."Is General Monk here?""I am here, sire," replied the old general.
Charles stepped hastily towards him, and seized his hand with the warmest demonstration of friendship."General,"said the king, aloud, "I have just signed your patent, --you are Duke of Albemarle; and my intention is that no one shall equal you in power and fortune in this kingdom, where -- the noble Montrose excepted -- no one has equaled you in loyalty, courage, and talent.Gentlemen, the duke is commander of our armies of land and sea; pay him your respects, if you please, in that character."Whilst every one was pressing round the general, who received all this homage without losing his impassibility for an instant, D'Artagnan said to Athos: "When one thinks that this duchy, this commander of the land and sea forces, all these grandeurs, in a word, have been shut up in a box six feet long and three feet wide ---- ""My friend," replied Athos, "much more imposing grandeurs are confined in boxes still smaller, -- and remain there forever."All at once Monk perceived the two gentlemen, who held themselves aside until the crowd had diminished; he made himself a passage towards them, so that he surprised them in the midst of their philosophical reflections."Were you speaking of me?" said he, with a smile.
"My lord," replied Athos, "we were speaking likewise of God."Monk reflected for a moment, and then replied gayly:
"Gentlemen, let us speak a little of the king likewise, if you please; for you have, I believe, an audience of his majesty.""At nine o'clock," said Athos.
"At ten o'clock," said D'Artagnan.
"Let us go into this closet at once," replied Monk, ****** a sign to his two companions to precede him; but to that neither would consent.
The king, during this discussion so characteristic of the French, had returned to the center of the gallery.
"Oh! my Frenchmen!" said he, in that tone of careless gayety which, in spite of so much grief and so many crosses, he had never lost."My Frenchmen! my consolation!" Athos and D'Artagnan bowed.
"Duke, conduct these gentlemen into my study.I am at your service, messieurs," added he in French.And he promptly expedited his court, to return to his Frenchmen, as he called them."Monsieur d'Artagnan," said he, as he entered his closet, "I am glad to see you again.""Sire, my joy is at its height, at having the honor to salute your majesty in your own palace of St.James's.""Monsieur, you have been willing to render me a great service, and I owe you my gratitude for it.If I did not fear to intrude upon the rights of our commanding general, Iwould offer you some post worthy of you near our person.""Sire," replied D'Artagnan, "I have quitted the service of the king of France, ****** a promise to my prince not to serve any other king.""Humph!" said Charles, "I am sorry to hear that; I should like to do much for you; I like you very much.""Sire ---- "
"But let us see," said Charles with a smile, "if we cannot make you break your word.Duke, assist me.If you were offered, that is to say, if I offered you the chief command of my musketeers?" D'Artagnan bowed lower than before.
