The king most assiduously followed the progress which was made in La
Valliere's portrait; and did so with a care and attention arising as much
from a desire that it should resemble her as from the wish that the
painter should prolong the period of its completion as much as possible.
It was amusing to observe him follow the artist's brush, awaiting the
completion of a particular plan, or the result of a combination of
colors, and suggesting various modifications to the painter, which the
latter consented to adopt with the most respectful docility. And again,
when the artist, following Malicorne's advice, was a little late in
arriving, and when Saint-Aignan had been obliged to be absent for some
time, it was interesting to observe, though no one witnessed them, those
moments of silence full of deep expression, which united in one sigh two
souls most disposed to understand each other, and who by no means
objected to the quiet meditation they enjoyed together. The minutes flew
rapidly by, as if on wings, and as the king drew closer to Louise and
bent his burning gaze upon her, a noise was suddenly heard in the ante-
room. It was the artist, who had just arrived; Saint-Aignan, too, had
returned, full of apologies; and the king began to talk and La Valliere
to answer him very hurriedly, their eyes revealing to Saint-Aignan that
they had enjoyed a century of happiness during his absence. In a word,
Malicorne, philosopher that he was, though he knew it not, had learned
how to inspire the king with an appetite in the midst of plenty, and with
desire in the assurance of possession. La Valliere's fears of
interruption had never been realized, and no one imagined she was absent
from her apartment two or three hours every day; she pretended that her
health was very uncertain; those who went to her room always knocked
before entering, and Malicorne, the man of so many ingenious inventions,
had constructed an acoustic piece of mechanism, by means of which La
Valliere, when in Saint-Aignan's apartment, was always forewarned of any
visits which were paid to the room she usually inhabited. In this
manner, therefore, without leaving her room, and having no _confidante_,
she was able to return to her apartment, thus removing by her appearance,
a little tardy perhaps, the suspicions of the most determined skeptics.
Malicorne having asked Saint-Aignan the next morning what news he had to
report, the latter was obliged to confess that the quarter of an hour's
liberty had made the king in most excellent humor. "We must double the
dose," replied Malicorne, "but by insensible degrees; wait until they
seem to wish it."
They were so desirous for it, however, that on the evening of the fourth
day, at the moment when the painter was packing up his implements, during
Saint-Aignan's continued absence, Saint-Aignan on his return noticed upon
La Valliere's face a shade of disappointment and vexation, which she
could not conceal. The king was less reserved, and exhibited his
annoyance by a very significant shrug of the shoulders, at which La
Valliere could not help blushing. "Very good!" thought Saint-Aignan to
himself; "M. Malicorne will be delighted this evening;" as he, in fact,
was, when it was reported to him.
"It is very evident," he remarked to the comte, "that Mademoiselle de la
Valliere hoped that you would be at least ten minutes later."
"And the king that I should be half an hour later, dear Monsieur
"You would show but very indifferent devotion to the king," replied the
latter, "if you were to refuse his majesty that half-hour's satisfaction."
"But the painter," objected Saint-Aignan.
"_I_ will take care of him," said Malicorne, "only I must study faces and
circumstances a little better before I act; those are my magical
inventions and contrivances; and while sorcerers are enabled by means of
their astrolabe to take the altitude of the sun, moon, and stars, I am
satisfied merely by looking into people's faces, in order to see if their
eyes are encircled with dark lines, and if the mouth describes a convex
or concave arc."
And the cunning Malicorne had every opportunity of watching narrowly and
closely, for the very same evening the king accompanied the queen to
Madame's apartments, and made himself so remarked by his serious face and
his deep sigh, and looked at La Valliere with such a languishing
expression, that Malicorne said to Montalais during the evening: "To-
morrow." And he went off to the painter's house in the street of the
Jardins Saint-Paul to request him to postpone the next sitting for a
couple of days. Saint-Aignan was not within, when La Valliere, who was
now quite familiar with the lower story, lifted up the trap-door and
descended. The king, as usual was waiting for her on the staircase, and
held a bouquet in his hand; as soon as he saw her, he clasped her
tenderly in his arms. La Valliere, much moved at the action, looked
around the room, but as she saw the king was alone, she did not complain
of it. They sat down, the king reclining near the cushions on which
Louise was seated, with his head supported by her knees, placed there as
in an asylum whence no one could banish him; he gazed ardently upon her,
and as if the moment had arrived when nothing could interpose between
their two hearts; she, too, gazed with similar passion upon him, and from
her eyes, so softly pure, emanated a flame, whose rays first kindled and
then inflamed the heart of the king, who, trembling with happiness as
Louise's hand rested on his head, grew giddy from excess of joy, and
momentarily awaited either the painter's or Saint-Aignan's return to
break the sweet illusion. But the door remained closed, and neither
Saint-Aignan nor the painter appeared, nor did the hangings even move. A
deep mysterious silence reigned in the room - a silence which seemed to
influence even the song-birds in their gilded prisons. The king,
completely overcome, turned round his head and buried his burning lips in
La Valliere's hands, who, herself faint, with excess of emotion, pressed
her trembling hands against her lover's lips. Louis threw himself upon
his knees, and as La Valliere did not move her head, the king's forehead
being within reach of her lips, she furtively passed her lips across the
perfumed locks which caressed her cheeks. The king seized her in his
arms, and, unable to resist the temptation, they exchanged their first
kiss, that burning kiss, which changes love into delirium. Suddenly, a
noise upon the upper floor was heard, which had, in fact, continued,
though it had remained unnoticed, for some time; it had at last aroused
La Valliere's attention, though but slowly so. As the noise, however,
continued, as it forced itself upon the attention, and recalled the poor
girl from her dreams of happiness to the sad realities of life, she rose
in a state of utter bewilderment, though beautiful in her disorder,
"Some one is waiting for me above. Louis, Louis, do you not hear?"
"Well! and am I not waiting for you, also?" said the king, with infinite
tenderness of tone. "Let others henceforth wait for you."
But she gently shook her head, as she replied: "Happiness hidden... power
concealed... my pride should be as silent as my heart."
The noise was again resumed.
"I hear Montalais's voice," she said, and she hurried up the staircase;
the king followed her, unable to let her leave his sight, and covering
her hand with his kisses. "Yes, yes," repeated La Valliere, who had
passed half-way through the opening. "Yes, it is Montalais who is
calling me; something important must have happened."
"Go then, dearest love," said the king, "but return quickly."
"No, no, not to-day, sire! Adieu! adieu!" she said, as she stooped down
once more to embrace her lover - and escaped. Montalais was, in fact,
waiting for her, very pale and agitated.
"Quick, quick! _he_ is coming," she said.
"Who - who is coming?"
"Raoul," murmured Montalais.
"It is I - I," said a joyous voice, upon the last steps of the grand
La Valliere uttered a terrible shriek and threw herself back.
"I am here, dear Louise," said Raoul, running towards her. "I knew but
too well that you had not ceased to love me."
La Valliere with a gesture, partly of extreme terror, and partly as if
invoking a blessing, attempted to speak, but could not articulate one
word. "No, no!" she said, as she fell into Montalais's arms, murmuring,
"Do not touch me, do not come near me."
Montalais made a sign to Raoul, who stood almost petrified at the door,
and did not even attempt to advance another step into the room. Then,
looking towards the side of the room where the screen was, she exclaimed:
"Imprudent girl, she has not even closed the trap-door."
And she advanced towards the corner of the room to close the screen, and
also, behind the screen, the trap-door. But suddenly the king, who had
heard Louise's exclamation, darted through the opening, and hurried
forward to her assistance. He threw himself on his knees before her, as
he overwhelmed Montalais with questions, who hardly knew where she was.
At the moment, however, when the king threw himself on his knees, a cry
of utter despair rang through the corridor, accompanied by the sound of
retreating footsteps. The king wished to see who had uttered the cry and
whose were the footsteps he had heard; and it was in vain that Montalais
sought to retain him, for Louis, quitting his hold of La Valliere,
hurried towards the door, too late, however, for Raoul was already at a
distance, and the king only beheld a shadow that quickly vanished in the
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