Europe.

Madame, from that evening, achieved and enjoyed a success capable of
bewildering all not born to those altitudes termed thrones; which, in
spite of their elevation, are sheltered from such giddiness.  From that
very moment Louis XIV. acknowledged Madame as a person to be recognized.
Buckingham regarded her as a coquette deserving the cruelest tortures,
and De Guiche looked upon her as a divinity; the courtiers as a star
whose light might some day become the focus of all favor and power.  And
yet Louis XIV., a few years previously, had not even condescended to
offer his hand to that "ugly girl" for a ballet; and Buckingham had
worshipped this coquette "on both knees."  De Guiche had once looked upon
this divinity as a mere woman; and the courtiers had not dared to extol
this star in her upward progress, fearful to disgust the monarch whom
such a dull star had formerly displeased.

Let us see what was taking place during this memorable evening at the
king's card-table.  The young queen, although Spanish by birth, and the
niece of Anne of Austria, loved the king, and could not conceal her
affection.  Anne of Austria, a keen observer, like all women, and
imperious, like every queen, was sensible of Madame's power, and
acquiesced in it immediately, a circumstance which induced the young
queen to raise the siege and retire to her apartments.  The king hardly
paid any attention to her departure, notwithstanding the pretended
symptoms of indisposition by which it was accompanied.  Encouraged by the
rules of etiquette, which he had begun to introduce at the court as an
element of every relation of life, Louis XIV. did not disturb himself; he
offered his hand to Madame without looking at Monsieur his brother, and
led the young princess to the door of her apartments.  It was remarked,
that at the threshold of the door, his majesty, freed from every
restraint, or not equal to the situation, sighed very deeply.  The ladies
present - nothing escapes a woman's glance - Mademoiselle Montalais, for
instance - did not fail to say to each other, "the king sighed," and
"Madame sighed too."  This had been indeed the case.  Madame had sighed
very noiselessly, but with an accompaniment very far more dangerous for
the king's repose.  Madame had sighed, first closing her beautiful black
eyes, next opening them, and then, laden, as they were, with an
indescribable mournfulness of expression, she had raised them towards the
king, whose face at that moment visibly heightened in color.  The
consequence of these blushes, of those interchanged sighs, and of this
royal agitation, was, that Montalais had committed an indiscretion which
had certainly affected her companion, for Mademoiselle de la Valliere,
less clear sighted, perhaps, turned pale when the king blushed; and her
attendance being required upon Madame, she tremblingly followed the
princess without thinking of taking the gloves, which court etiquette
required her to do.  True it is that the young country girl might allege
as her excuse the agitation into which the king seemed to be thrown, for
Mademoiselle de la Valliere, busily engaged in closing the door, had
involuntarily fixed her eyes upon the king, who, as he retired backwards,
had his face towards it.  The king returned to the room where the card-
tables were set out.  He wished to speak to the different persons there,
but it was easy to see that his mind was absent.  He jumbled different
accounts together, which was taken advantage of by some of the noblemen
who had retained those habits since the time of Monsieur Mazarin - who
had a poor memory, but was a good calculator.  In this way, Monsieur
Manicamp, with a thoughtless and absent air - for M. Manicamp was the
honestest man in the world, appropriated twenty thousand francs, which
were littering the table, and which did not seem to belong to any person
in particular.  In the same way, Monsieur de Wardes, whose head was
doubtless a little bewildered by the occurrences of the evening, somehow
forgot to leave behind him the sixty double louis which he had won for
the Duke of Buckingham, and which the duke, incapable, like his father,
of soiling his hands with coin of any sort, had left lying on the table
before him.  The king only recovered his attention in some degree at the
moment that Monsieur Colbert, who had been narrowly observant for some
minutes, approached, and, doubtless, with great respect, yet with much
perseverance, whispered a counsel of some sort into the still tingling
ears of the king.  The king, at the suggestion, listened with renewed
attention and immediately looking around him, said, "Is Monsieur Fouquet
no longer here?"

"Yes, sire, I am here," replied the superintendent, till then engaged
with Buckingham, and approached the king, who advanced a step towards him
with a smiling yet negligent air.  "Forgive me," said Louis, "if I
interrupt your conversation; but I claim your attention wherever I may
require your services."

"I am always at the king's service," replied Fouquet.

"And your cash-box, too," said the king, laughing with a false smile.

"My cash-box more than anything else," said Fouquet, coldly.

"The fact is, I wish to give a _fete_ at Fontainebleau - to keep open
house for fifteen days, and I shall require - " and he stopped, glancing
at Colbert.  Fouquet waited without showing discomposure; and the king
resumed, answering Colbert's icy smile, "four million francs."

"Four million," repeated Fouquet, bowing profoundly.  And his nails,
buried in his bosom, were thrust into his flesh, but the tranquil
expression of his face remained unaltered.  "When will they be required,
sire?"

"Take your time, - I mean - no, no; as soon as possible."

"A certain time will be necessary, sire."

"Time!" exclaimed Colbert, triumphantly.

"The time, monsieur," said the superintendent, with the haughtiest
disdain, "simply to _count the money_; a million can only be drawn and
weighed in a day."

"Four days, then," said Colbert.

"My clerks," replied Fouquet, addressing himself to the king, "will
perform wonders on his majesty's service, and the sum shall be ready in
three days."

It was for Colbert now to turn pale.  Louis looked at him astonished.
Fouquet withdrew without any parade or weakness, smiling at his numerous
friends, in whose countenances alone he read the sincerity of their
friendship - an interest partaking of compassion.  Fouquet, however,
should not be judged by his smile, for, in reality, he felt as if he had
been stricken by death.  Drops of blood beneath his coat stained the fine
linen that clothed his chest.  His dress concealed the blood, and his
smile the rage which devoured him.  His domestics perceived, by the
manner in which he approached his carriage, that their master was not in
the best of humors: the result of their discernment was, that his orders
were executed with that exactitude of maneuver which is found on board a
man-of-war, commanded during a storm by an ill-tempered captain.  The
carriage, therefore, did not simply roll along - it flew.  Fouquet had
hardly time to recover himself during the drive; on his arrival he went
at once to Aramis, who had not yet retired for the night.  As for
Porthos, he had supped very agreeably off a roast leg of mutton, two
pheasants, and a perfect heap of cray-fish; he then directed his body to
be anointed with perfumed oils, in the manner of the wrestlers of old;
and when this anointment was completed, he had himself wrapped in
flannels and placed in a warm bed.  Aramis, as we have already said, had
not retired.  Seated at his ease in a velvet dressing-gown, he wrote
letter after letter in that fine and hurried handwriting, a page of which
contained a quarter of a volume.  The door was thrown hurriedly open, and
the superintendent appeared, pale, agitated, anxious.  Aramis looked up:
"Good-evening," said he; and his searching look detected his host's
sadness and disordered state of mind.  "Was your play as good as his
majesty's?" asked Aramis, by way of beginning the conversation.

Fouquet threw himself upon a couch, and then pointed to the door to the
servant who had followed him; when the servant had left he said,
"Excellent."

Aramis, who had followed every movement with his eyes, noticed that he
stretched himself upon the cushions with a sort of feverish impatience.
"You have lost as usual?" inquired Aramis, his pen still in his hand.

"Even more than usual," replied Fouquet.

"You know how to support losses?"

"Sometimes."

"What, Monsieur Fouquet a bad player!"

"There is play and play, Monsieur d'Herblay."

"How much have you lost?" inquired Aramis, with a slight uneasiness.

Fouquet collected himself a moment, and then, without the slightest
emotion, said, "The evening has cost me four millions," and a bitter
laugh drowned the last vibration of these words.

Aramis, who did not expect such an amount, dropped his pen.  "Four
millions," he said; "you have lost four millions, - impossible!"

"Monsieur Colbert held my cards for me," replied the superintendent, with
a similar bitter laugh.

"Ah, now I understand; so, so, a new application for funds?"

"Yes, and from the king's own lips.  It was impossible to ruin a man with
a more charming smile.  What do you think of it?"

"It is clear that your destruction is the object in view."

"That is your opinion?"

"Still.  Besides, there is nothing in it which should astonish you, for
we have foreseen it all along."

"Yes; but I did not expect four millions."

"No doubt the amount is serious, but, after all, four millions are not
quite the death of a man, especially when the man in question is Monsieur
Fouquet."

"My dear D'Herblay, if you knew the contents of my coffers, you would be
less easy."

"And you promised?"

"What could I _do?_"

"That's true."

"The very day I refuse, Colbert will procure the money; whence I know
not, but he _will_ procure it: and I shall be lost."

"There is no doubt of that.  In how many days did you promise the four
millions?"

"In three days.  The king seemed exceedingly pressed."

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