Her voice almost broke, and I looked aside, only to meet Mademoiselle
Davila's eyes. They were swimming with tears.
It was now there arose an unusual bustle in the anteroom. The doors were
thrown back, and in a loud voice the ushers announced the Duchess de
Valentinois. For a moment Diane stood in the doorway, a little crowd
behind her, and then, tall and stately, walked slowly up to the Queen and
courtesied profoundly. Catherine remained frigidly still, as though
oblivious of her presence, and amidst a dead silence Diane stood before
the Queen, a faint smile playing on her lips, her eyelids drooped to
cover the defiant fire of her glance. One might have counted ten as the
two faced each other, and then Diane spoke:
"I have come, your Majesty, from the King."
Catherine's eyebrows arched, and a swift, lightning glance of hatred
passed between the two. Then Diane's lids drooped again, and her soft,
flute-like voice continued:
"The King kisses your Majesty's hands, and says there is much wind and
rain at Fontainebleau, but that he has slain three boars and five stags."
"He has slain three boars and five stags," repeated the Queen in an even
monotone, and turning to Madame de Montal, who stood behind her chair,
she said bitterly: "Why does not somebody cry, 'God save the King!'?"
"All France cries that, your Majesty," said Diane. "And further, the
King once again kisses your Majesty's hands, and has received your
gracious letter in regard to Mademoiselle de Paradis." And now her voice
hardened to steel, and she dropped the studied courtesy of her address.
"That letter has been submitted to the council, and the King has decided
to let the law take its course. God will not be insulted longer in this
realm."
It is impossible to conceive the insolent malice that was thrown into La
Valentinois' glance and voice, and the mockery of her bow, as she made
this speech. And grey-haired Madame de Montal, gazing steadily at her,
said:
"Madame, you speak to the Queen!"
"No, Montal," and Catherine rose, her face white as death, "you mistake;
it is the Queen who speaks to me." And without so much as a glance in
the direction of the Duchess she turned and left the apartment, followed
by her ladies.
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