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"Your majesty," said Buckingham, respectfully, "desired to speak to me."

"Yes, duke," said the queen, in English; "will you be good enough to sit

The favor which Anne of Austria thus extended to the young man, and the
welcome sound of the language of a country from which the duke had been
estranged since his stay in France, deeply affected him.  He immediately
conjectured that the queen had a request to make of him.  After having
abandoned the first few moments to the irrepressible emotions she
experienced, the queen resumed the smiling air with which she had
received him.  "What do you think of France?" she said, in French.

"It is a lovely country, madame," replied the duke.

"Had you ever seen it before?"

"Once only, madame."

"But, like all true Englishmen, you prefer England?"

"I prefer my own native land to France," replied the duke; "but if your
majesty were to ask me which of the two cities, London or Pairs, I should
prefer as a residence, I should be forced to answer Paris."

Anne of Austria observed the ardent manner with which these words had
been pronounced.  "I am told, my lord, you have rich possessions in your
own country, and that you live in a splendid and time-honored place."

"It was my father's residence," replied Buckingham, casting down his eyes.

"Those are indeed great advantages and _souvenirs_," replied the queen,
alluding, in spite of herself, to recollections from which it is
impossible voluntarily to detach one's self.

"In fact," said the duke, yielding to the melancholy influence of this
opening conversation, "sensitive persons live as much in the past or the
future, as in the present."

"That is very true," said the queen, in a low tone of voice.  "It
follows, then, my lord," she added, "that you, who are a man of feeling,
will soon quit France in order to shut yourself up with your wealth and
your relics of the past."

Buckingham raised his head and said, "I think not, madame."

"What do you mean?"

"On the contrary, I think of leaving England in order to take up my
residence in France."

It was now Anne of Austria's turn to exhibit surprise.  "Why?" she said.
"Are you not in favor with the new king?"

"Perfectly so, madame, for his majesty's kindness to me is unbounded."

"It cannot," said the queen, "be because your fortune has diminished, for
it is said to be enormous."

"My income, madame, has never been so large."

"There is some secret cause, then?"

"No, madame," said Buckingham, eagerly, "there is nothing secret in my
reason for this determination.  I prefer residence in France; I like a
court so distinguished by its refinement and courtesy; I like the
amusements, somewhat serious in their nature, which are not the
amusements of my own country, and which are met with in France."

Anne of Austria smiled shrewdly.  "Amusements of a serious nature?" she
said.  "Has your Grace well reflected on their seriousness?"  The duke
hesitated.  "There is no amusement so serious," continued the queen, "as
to prevent a man of your rank - "

"Your majesty seems to insist greatly on that point," interrupted the

"Do you think so, my lord?"

"If you will forgive me for saying so, it is the second time you have
vaunted the attractions of England at the expense of the delight which
all experience who live in France."

Anne of Austria approached the young man, and placing her beautiful hand
upon his shoulder, which trembled at the touch, said, "Believe me,
monsieur, nothing can equal a residence in one's own native country.  I
have very frequently had occasion to regret Spain.  I have lived long, my
lord, very long for a woman, and I confess to you, that not a year has
passed I have not regretted Spain."

"Not one year, madame?" said the young duke coldly.  "Not one of those
years when you reigned Queen of Beauty - as you still are, indeed?"

"A truce to flattery, duke, for I am old enough to be your mother."  She
emphasized these latter words in a manner, and with a gentleness, which
penetrated Buckingham's heart.  "Yes," she said, "I am old enough to be
your mother; and for this reason, I will give you a word of advice."

"That advice being that I should return to London?" he exclaimed.

"Yes, my lord."

The duke clasped his hands with a terrified gesture, which could not fail
of its effect upon the queen, already disposed to softer feelings by the
tenderness of her own recollections.  "It must be so," added the queen.

"What!" he again exclaimed, "am I seriously told that I must leave, -
that I must exile myself, - that I am to flee at once?"

"Exile yourself, did you say?  One would fancy France was your native

"Madame, the country of those who love is the country of those whom they

"Not another word, my lord; you forget whom you are addressing."

Buckingham threw himself on his knees.  "Madame, you are the source of
intelligence, of goodness, and of compassion; you are the first person in
this kingdom, not only by your rank, but the first person in the world on
account of your angelic attributes.  I have said nothing, madame.  Have
I, indeed, said anything you should answer with such a cruel remark?
What have I betrayed?"

"You have betrayed yourself," said the queen, in a low tone of voice.

"I have said nothing, - I know nothing."

"You forget you have spoken and thought in the presence of a woman; and
besides - "

"Besides," said the duke, "no one knows you are listening to me."

"On the contrary, it is known; you have all the defects and all the
qualities of youth."

"I have been betrayed or denounced, then?"

"By whom?"

"By those who, at Le Havre, had, with infernal perspicacity, read my
heart like an open book."

"I do not know whom you mean."

"M. de Bragelonne, for instance."

"I know the name without being acquainted with the person to whom it
belongs.  M. de Bragelonne has said nothing."

"Who can it be, then?  If any one, madame, had had the boldness to notice
in me that which I do not myself wish to behold - "

"What would you do, duke?"

"There are secrets which kill those who discover them."

"He, then, who has discovered your secret, madman that you are, still
lives; and, what is more, you will not slay him, for he is armed on all
sides, - he is a husband, a jealous man, - he is the second gentleman in
France, - he is my son, the Duc du Orleans."

The duke turned pale as death.  "You are very cruel, madame," he said.

"You see, Buckingham," said Anne of Austria, sadly, "how you pass from
one extreme to another, and fight with shadows, when it would seem so
easy to remain at peace with yourself."

"If we fight, madame, we die on the field of battle," replied the young
man, gently, abandoning himself to the most gloomy depression.

Anne ran towards him and took him by the hand.  "Villiers," she said, in
English, with a vehemence of tone which nothing could resist, "what is it
you ask?  Do you ask a mother to sacrifice her son, - a queen to consent
to the dishonor of her house?  Child that you are, do not dream of it.
What! in order to spare your tears am I to commit these crimes?
Villiers! you speak of the dead; the dead, at least, were full of respect
and submission; they resigned themselves to an order of exile; they
carried their despair away with them in their hearts, like a priceless
possession, because the despair was caused by the woman they loved, and
because death, thus deceptive, was like a gift of a favor conferred upon

Buckingham rose, his features distorted, and his hands pressed against
his heart.  "You are right, madame," he said, "but those of whom you
speak had received their order of exile from the lips of the one whom
they loved; they were not driven away; they were entreated to leave, and
were not laughed at."

"No," murmured Anne of Austria, "they were not forgotten.  But who says
you are driven away, or that you are exiled?  Who says that your devotion
will not be remembered?  I do not speak on any one's behalf but my own,
when I tell you to leave.  Do me this kindness, - grant me this favor;
let me, for this also, be indebted to one of your name."

"It is for your sake, then, madame?"

"For mine alone."

"No one whom I shall leave behind me will venture to mock, - no prince
even who shall say, 'I required it.'"

"Listen to me, duke," and hereupon the dignified features of the queen
assumed a solemn expression.  "I swear to you that no one commands in
this matter but myself.  I swear to you that, not only shall no one
either laugh or boast in any way, but no one even shall fail in the
respect due to your rank.  Rely upon me, duke, as I rely upon you."

"You do not explain yourself, madame; my heart is full of bitterness, and
I am in utter despair; no consolation, however gentle and affectionate,
can afford me relief."

"Do you remember your mother, duke?" replied the queen, with a winning

"Very slightly, madame; yet I remember how she used to cover me with her
caresses and her tears whenever I wept."

"Villiers," murmured the queen, passing her arm round the young man's
neck, "look upon me as your mother, and believe that no one shall ever
make my son weep."

"I thank you, madame," said the young man affected and almost suffocated
by his emotion; "I feel there is still room in my heart for a gentler and
nobler sentiment than love."

The queen-mother looked at him and pressed his hand.  "Go," she said.

"When must I leave?  Command me."

"At any time that may suit you, my lord," resumed the queen; "you will
choose your own day of departure.  Instead, however, of setting off to-
day, as you would doubtless wish to do, or to-morrow, as others may have
expected, leave the day after to-morrow, in the evening; but announce to-
day that it is your wish to leave."

"My wish?" murmured the young duke.

"Yes, duke."

"And shall I never return to France?"

Anne of Austria reflected for a moment, seemingly absorbed in sad and
serious thought.  "It would be a consolation for me," she said, "if you
were to return on the day when I shall be carried to my final resting-

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