Many merry days we spent among the trees and statues of those gardens,
and often on a sunny morning we could see the old King, Louis Philippe,
pacing the terrace fronting the river. He used generally to wear
a long grey great-coat with a huge steeple hat covering the famous
_Poire_[16]—an astute, none-too-reliable old man. He never had but one
companion on his walks—probably General Baudrand, his most familiar
friend—perhaps Guizot or some minister—talking earnestly, stopping
every now and then to enforce a point with appropriate gesticulations.
Hatching plots, Spanish marriage for Montpensier, or some other villainy?
Probably. But that old grey coat covered a King, and we looked at it with
awe.
As might be expected in the case of a King whose own people admitted that
the one thing he lacked was dignity, his Court seems to have been the
shoddiest affair that could be imagined; we used to hear many stories
of its vulgarities. Old Lady Sandwich, grandmother of the present earl,
spent much Irish wit upon it. Her descriptions of the bourgeois courtiers
were inimitable. She happened to go to an audience just about the time
that there was so much fuss about poor Queen Pomaré—the ex-Queen of
Tahiti. The equerry who was to announce her asked the English lady’s name.
“La Comtesse de Sandwich.”
“Pardon, Madame, je n’ai pas bien compris.”
“La Comtesse de Sandwich.”
“Mille pardons, Madame—mais ces noms anglais sont si difficiles.”
The man was evidently determined to be insolent, but Lady Sandwich turned
the tables on him by saying with a laugh:
“Mon Dieu! Monsieur, dites donc la Reine Pomaré!”
That smothered him—everybody laughed, and she stalked into the presence
majestic and triumphant.
Another time at a court ball, she had struggled through the shabby crowd
to the buffet and got herself an ice, when a big hand snatched it from
her and from the mouth that belonged to the hand there issued, “Enfoncée
la petite mère!” She turned round, furious—it was her bootmaker in the
garb of the Garde Nationale. He had only seen her back, so had not
recognized her. When he did see——!
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