France -- History -- Henry II, 1547-1559 -- Fiction; Montgomery, Gabriel, comte de, 1530-1574 -- Fiction
"Ah, that is just what I expected you would say!" said the constable.
"Our power! our personal influence! Speak of your own, Madame; but as
for mine, it has sunk so low that in truth I look upon it as dead and
gone. My enemies within, for whom just now you expressed so much pity,
might have very pretty sport with me at this time. There is no gentleman
at this court who hasn't more power than this pitiful constable. You
can see yourself how I am avoided. It is very simple; for who would care
to pay his court to a fallen star! It will be much safer, therefore,
Madame, for you not to rely hereafter upon the support of a discredited,
disgraced old servant, friendless and without influence, yes, even
penniless."
"Penniless!" Diane echoed incredulously.
"Why yes, Madame,--penniless, by the Mass!" said the constable a second
time, and angrily. "That is perhaps the most grievous part of it, at my
age, and after all the services I have rendered. The last war ruined me;
for my ransom and those of several of my people exhausted my last
pecuniary resources. Those who abandon me know it very well. I shall be
reduced one of these days to going about the streets asking for alms,
like Belisarius, the Carthaginian general, I think it was, whom I have
heard my nephew, the admiral, speak of."
"What! have your friends all left you, my constable?" asked Diane,
smiling at her old lover's erudition, as well as at his covetousness.
"Yes," said the constable: "I have no friends, I tell you." He added,
most pathetically,--"The unfortunate never have friends."
"I propose to prove you in the wrong," said Diane. "I can clearly see
now the source of this sullen humor which has gained control of you. But
why did you not tell me in the first place? Do you lack confidence in
me, pray? It is sad, indeed, if you do. But no matter! I only intend to
be revenged in a friendly way. Tell me, did not the king impose a new
tax last week?"
"Yes, dear Diane," replied the constable, who had grown much calmer
under the influence of Diane's words; "a very just tax, too, and heavy
enough to defray all the expenses of the war."
"That will do very well," said Diane; "and I will show you that even a
woman may be able to do more than repair fortune's cruel blows to such
men as you. Henri seems to me to be in a very ill-humor to-day. But
never mind! I will speak with him forthwith; and you will soon be forced
to agree that I am a kind friend and faithful ally."
"Ah, Diane, you are as kind and good as you are beautiful! That I will
always maintain," said Montmorency, gallantly.
"But when I have replenished the springs from which your influence and
your favor flow, you will not abandon me, will you, my old lion? And you
will not talk any more to your devoted friend of your powerlessness
against her enemies and yours?"
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