herself.  For, notwithstanding the fine tunic of the huntress, her round
and delicate knee can be seen; and notwithstanding the sonorous quiver,
her brown shoulders can be detected; whereas, in Madame's case, a long
white veil enveloped her, wrapping her round and round a hundred times,
as she resigned herself into the hands of her female attendants, and thus
was rendered inaccessible to the most indiscreet, as well as to the most
penetrating gaze.  When she ascended the ladder, the poets were present –
and all were poets when Madame was the subject of discussion - the twenty
poets who were galloping about, stopped, and with one voice, exclaimed
that pearls, and not drops of water, were falling from her person, to be
lost again in the happy river.  The king, the center of these effusions,
and of this respectful homage, imposed silence upon those expatiators,
for whom it seemed impossible to exhaust their raptures, and he rode
away, for fear of offending, even through the silken curtains, the
modesty of the woman and the dignity of the princess.  A great blank
thereupon ensued in the scene, and perfect silence in the boat.  From the
movements on board - from the flutterings and agitations of the curtains
- the goings to and fro of the female attendants engaged in their duties,
could be guessed.

The king smilingly listened to the conversation of the courtiers around
him, but it could easily be perceived that he gave but little, if any,
attention to their remarks.  In fact, hardly had the sound of the rings
drawn along the curtain-rods announced that Madame was dressed, and that
the goddess was about to make her reappearance, than the king, returning
to his former post immediately, and running quite close to the river-
bank, gave the signal for all those to approach whose duty or pleasure
summoned them to Madame's side.  The pages hurried forward, conducting
the led horses; the carriages, which had remained sheltered under the
trees, advanced towards the tent, followed by a crowd of servants,
bearers, and female attendants, who, while their masters had been
bathing, had mutually exchanged their own observations, critical remarks,
and the discussion of matters personal - the fugitive journal of that
period, of which no one now remembers anything, not even by the waves,
the witnesses of what went on that day - themselves now sublimed into
immensity, as the actors have vanished into eternity.

A crowd of people swarming upon the banks of the river, without reckoning
the groups of peasants drawn together by their anxiety to see the king
and the princess, was, for many minutes, the most disorderly, but the
most agreeable, mob imaginable.  The king dismounted from his horse, a
movement which was imitated by all the courtiers, and offered his hat to
Madame, whose rich riding-habit displayed her fine figure, which was set
off to great advantage by that garment, made of fine woolen cloth
embroidered with silver.  Her hair, still damp and blacker than jet, hung
in heavy masses upon her white and delicate neck.  Joy and health
sparkled in her beautiful eyes; composed, yet full of energy, she inhaled
the air in deep draughts, under a lace parasol, which was borne by one of
her pages.  Nothing could be more charming, more graceful, more poetical,
than these two figures buried under the rose-colored shade of the
parasol, the king, whose white teeth were displayed in continual smiles,
and Madame, whose black eyes sparkled like carbuncles in the glittering
reflection of the changing hues of the silk.  When Madame approached her
horse, a magnificent animal of Andalusian breed, of spotless white,
somewhat heavy, perhaps, but with a spirited and splendid head, in which
the mixture, happily combined, of Arabian and Spanish blood could be
readily traced, and whose long tail swept the ground; and as the princess
affected difficulty in mounting, the king took her in his arms in such a
manner that Madame's arm was clasped like a circlet of alabaster around
the king's neck.  Louis, as he withdrew, involuntarily touched with his
lips the arm, which was not withheld, and the princess having thanked her
royal equerry, every one sprang to his saddle at the same moment.  The
king and Madame drew aside to allow the carriages, the outriders, and
runners, to pass by.  A fair proportion of the cavaliers, released from
the restraint etiquette had imposed upon them, gave the rein to their
horses, and darted after the carriages which bore the maids of honor, as
blooming as so many virgin huntresses around Diana, and the human
whirlwind, laughing, chattering, and noisy, passed onward.

The king and Madame, however, kept their horses in hand at a foot-pace.
Behind his majesty and his sister-in-law, certain of the courtiers –
those, at least, who were seriously disposed or were anxious to be within
reach, or under the eyes, of the king - followed at a respectful
distance, restraining their impatient horses, regulating their pace by
that of the king and Madame, and abandoned themselves to all the delight
and gratification which is to be found in the conversation of clever
people, who can, with perfect courtesy, make a thousand atrocious, but
laughable remarks about their neighbors.  In their stifled laughter, and
in the little reticences of their sardonic humor, Monsieur, the poor
absentee, was not spared.  But they pitied, and bewailed greatly, the
fate of De Guiche, and it must be confessed that their compassion, as far
as he was concerned, was not misplaced.  The king and Madame having
breathed the horses, and repeated a hundred times over such remarks as
the courtiers, who supplied them with talk, suggested to them, set off at
a hand gallop, and the leafy coverts of the forest resounded to the
footfalls of the mounted party.  To the conversations beneath the shade
of the trees, - to remarks made in the shape of confidential
communications, and observations, mysteriously exchanged, succeeded the
noisiest bursts of laughter; - from the very outriders to royalty itself,
merriment seemed to spread.  Every one began to laugh and to cry out.
The magpies and the jays fluttered away uttering their guttural cries,
beneath the waving avenues of oaks; the cuckoo staid his monotonous cry
in the recesses of the forest; the chaffinch and tomtit flew away in
clouds; while the terrified deer bounded riverwards from the midst of the
thickets.  This crowd, spreading joy, confusion, and light wherever it
passed, was heralded, it may be said, to the chateau by its own clamor.
As the king and Madame entered the village, they were received by the
acclamations of the crowd.  Madame hastened to look for Monsieur, for
she instinctively understood that he had been far too long kept from
sharing in this joy.  The king went to rejoin the queens; he knew he owed
them - one especially - a compensation for his long absence.  But Madame
was not admitted to Monsieur's apartments, and she was informed that
Monsieur was asleep.  The king, instead of being met by Maria Theresa
smiling, as was usual with her, found Anne of Austria in the gallery
watching for his return, who advanced to meet him, and taking him by the
hand, led him to her own apartment.  No one ever knew what was the nature
of the conversation which took place between them, or rather what it was
that the queen-mother said to Louis XIV.; but the general tenor of the
interview might certainly be guessed from the annoyed expression of the
king's face as he left her.

But we, whose mission it is to interpret all things, as it is also to
communicate our interpretations to our readers, - we should fail in our
duty, if we were to leave them in ignorance of the result of this
interview.  It will be found sufficiently detailed, at least we hope so,
in the following chapter.


Chapter XXXVII:
The Butterfly-Chase.

The king, on retiring to his apartments to give some directions and to
arrange his ideas, found on his toilette-glass a small note, the
handwriting of which seemed disguised.  He opened it and read - "Come
quickly, I have a thousand things to say to you."  The king and Madame
had not been separated a sufficiently long time for these thousand things
to be the result of the three thousand which they had been saying to each
other during the route which separated Vulaines from Fontainebleau.  The
confused and hurried character of the note gave the king a great deal to
reflect upon.  He occupied himself but slightly with his toilette, and
set off to pay his visit to Madame.  The princess, who did not wish to
have the appearance of expecting him, had gone into the gardens with the
ladies of her suite.  When the king was informed that Madame had left her
apartments and had gone for a walk in the gardens, he collected all the
gentlemen he could find, and invited them to follow him.  He found Madame
engaged in chasing butterflies, on a large lawn bordered with heliotrope
and flowering broom.  She was looking on as the most adventurous and
youngest of her ladies ran to and fro, and with her back turned to a high
hedge, very impatiently awaited the arrival of the king, with whom she
had appointed the rendezvous.  The sound of many feet upon the gravel
walk made her turn round.  Louis XIV. was hatless, he had struck down
with his cane a peacock butterfly, which Monsieur de Saint-Aignan had
picked up from the ground quite stunned.

"You see, Madame," said the king, as he approached her, "that I, too, am
hunting on your behalf!" and then, turning towards those who had
accompanied him, said, "Gentlemen, see if each of you cannot obtain as
much for these ladies," a remark which was a signal for all to retire.
And thereupon a curious spectacle might have been observed; old and
corpulent courtiers were seen running after butterflies, losing their
hats as they ran, and with their raised canes cutting down the myrtles
and the furze, as they would have done the Spaniards.

The king offered Madame his arm, and they both selected, as the center of
observation, a bench with a roof of boards and moss, a kind of hut
roughly designed by the modest genius of one of the gardeners who had

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