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to enjoy the humiliating grief in which her rival was plunged, and then
said, suddenly, - "You do not accompany me to the door, then?"  The
marquise rose, pale and almost lifeless, without thinking of the
envelope, which had occupied her attention so greatly at the commencement
of the conversation, and which was revealed at the first step she took.
She then opened the door of her oratory, and without even turning her
head towards Marguerite Vanel, entered it, closing the door after her.
Marguerite said, or rather muttered a few words, which Madame de Belliere
did not even hear.  As soon, however, as the marquise had disappeared,
her envious enemy, not being able to resist the desire to satisfy herself
that her suspicions were well founded, advanced stealthily like a
panther, and seized the envelope.  "Ah!" she said, gnashing her teeth,
"it was indeed a letter from M. Fouquet she was reading when I arrived,"
and then darted out of the room.  During this interval, the marquise,
having arrived behind the rampart, as it were, of her door, felt that her
strength was failing her; for a moment she remained rigid, pale and
motionless as a statue, and then, like a statue shaken on its base by an
earthquake, tottered and fell inanimate on the carpet.  The noise of the
fall resounded at the same moment as the rolling of Marguerite's carriage
leaving the hotel.

Chapter XXVII:
Madame de Belliere's Plate.

The blow had been the more painful on account of its being unexpected.
It was some time before the marquise recovered herself; but once
recovered, she began to reflect upon the events so heartlessly announced
to her.  She therefore returned, at the risk even of losing her life in
the way, to that train of ideas which her relentless friend had forced
her to pursue.  Treason, then - deep menaces, concealed under the
semblance of public interest - such were Colbert's maneuvers.  A
detestable delight at an approaching downfall, untiring efforts to attain
this object, means of seduction no less wicked than the crime itself 
such were the weapons Marguerite employed.  The crooked atoms of
Descartes triumphed; to the man without compassion was united a woman
without heart.  The marquise perceived, with sorrow rather than
indignation, that the king was an accomplice in the plot which betrayed
the duplicity of Louis XIII. in his advanced age, and the avarice of
Mazarin at a period of life when he had not had the opportunity of
gorging himself with French gold.  The spirit of this courageous woman
soon resumed its energy, no longer overwhelmed by indulgence in
compassionate lamentations.  The marquise was not one to weep when action
was necessary, nor to waste time in bewailing a misfortune as long as
means still existed of relieving it.  For some minutes she buried her
face in her cold fingers, and then, raising her head, rang for her
attendants with a steady hand, and with a gesture betraying a fixed
determination of purpose.  Her resolution was taken.

"Is everything prepared for my departure?" she inquired of one of her
female attendants who entered.

"Yes, madame; but it was not expected that your ladyship would leave for
Belliere for the next few days."

"All my jewels and articles of value, then, are packed up?"

"Yes, madame; but hitherto we have been in the habit of leaving them in
Paris.  Your ladyship does not generally take your jewels with you into
the country."

"But they are all in order, you say?"

"Yes, in your ladyship's own room."

"The gold plate?"

"In the chest."

"And the silver plate?"

"In the great oak closet."

The marquise remained silent for a few moments, and then said calmly,
"Let my goldsmith be sent for."

Her attendants quitted the room to execute the order.  The marquise,
however, had entered her own room, and was inspecting her casket of
jewels with the greatest attention.  Never, until now, had she bestowed
such close attention upon riches in which women take so much pride;
never, until now, had she looked at her jewels, except for the purpose of
making a selection according to their settings or their colors.  On this
occasion, however, she admired the size of the rubies and the brilliancy
of the diamonds; she grieved over every blemish and every defect; she
thought the gold light, and the stones wretched.  The goldsmith, as he
entered, found her thus occupied.  "M. Faucheux," she said, "I believe
you supplied me with my gold service?"

"I did, your ladyship."

"I do not now remember the amount of the account."

"Of the new service, madame, or of that which M. de Belliere presented to
you on your marriage? for I have furnished both."

"First of all, the new one."

"The covers, the goblets, and the dishes, with their covers, the _eau-
epergne_, the ice-pails, the dishes for the preserves, and the tea and
coffee urns, cost your ladyship sixty thousand francs."

"No more?"

"Your ladyship thought the account very high."

"Yes, yes; I remember, in fact, that it was dear; but it was the
workmanship, I suppose?"

"Yes, madame; the designs, the chasings - all new patterns."

"What proportion of the cost does the workmanship form?  Do not hesitate
to tell me."

"A third of its value, madame."

"There is the other service, the old one, that which belonged to my

"Yes, madame; there is less workmanship in that than in the other.  Its
intrinsic value does not exceed thirty thousand francs."

"Thirty thousand," murmured the marquise.  "But, M. Faucheux, there is
also the service which belonged to my mother; all that massive plate
which I did not wish to part with, on account of the associations
connected with it."

"Ah! madame, that would indeed be an excellent resource for those who,
unlike your ladyship, might not be in position to keep their plate.  In
chasing that they worked in solid metal.  But that service is no longer
in fashion.  Its weight is its only advantage."

"That is all I care about.  How much does it weigh?"

"Fifty thousand livres at the very least.  I do not allude to the
enormous vases for the buffet, which alone weigh five thousand livres, or
ten thousand the pair."

"One hundred and thirty," murmured the marquise.  "You are quite sure of
your figures, M. Faucheux?"

"The amount is entered in my books.  Your ladyship is extremely
methodical, I am aware."

"Let us now turn to another subject," said Madame de Belliere; and she
opened one of her jewel-boxes.

"I recognize these emeralds," said M. Faucheux; "for it was I who had the
setting of them.  They are the most beautiful in the whole court.  No, I
am mistaken; Madame de Chatillon has the most beautiful set; she had them
from Messieurs de Guise; but your set, madame, comes next."

"What are they worth?"


"No; supposing I wished to sell them."

"I know very well who would buy them," exclaimed M. Faucheux.

"That is the very thing I ask.  They could be sold, then?"

"All your jewels could be sold, madame.  It is well known that you
possess the most beautiful jewels in Paris.  You are not changeable in
your tastes; when you make a purchase it is of the very best; and what
you purchase you do not part with."

"What could these emeralds be sold for, then?"

"A hundred and thirty thousand francs."

The marquise wrote down upon her tablets the amount which the jeweler
mentioned.  "The ruby necklace?" she said.

"Are they balas-rubies, madame?"

"Here they are."

"They are beautiful - magnificent.  I did not know your ladyship had
these stones."

"What is their value?"

"Two hundred thousand francs.  The center one is alone worth a hundred

"I thought so," said the marquise.  "As for diamonds, I have them in
numbers; rings, necklaces, sprigs, ear-rings, clasps.  Tell me their
value, M. Faucheux."

The jeweler took his magnifying-glass and scales, weighed and inspected
them, and silently made his calculations.  "These stones," he said, "must
have cost your ladyship an income of forty thousand francs."

"You value them at eight hundred thousand francs?"

"Nearly so."

"It is about what I imagined - but the settings are not included?"

"No, madame; but if I were called upon to sell or to buy, I should be
satisfied with the gold of the settings alone as my profit upon the
transaction.  I should make a good twenty-five thousand francs."

"An agreeable sum."

"Very much so, madame."

"Will you then accept that profit, then, on condition of converting the
jewels into money?"

"But you do not intend to sell you diamonds, I suppose, madame?"
exclaimed the bewildered jeweler.

"Silence, M. Faucheux, do not disturb yourself about that; give me an
answer simply.  You are an honorable man, with whom my family has dealt
for thirty years; you knew my father and mother, whom your own father and
mother served.  I address you as a friend; will you accept the gold of
the settings in return for a sum of ready money to be placed in my hands?"

"Eight hundred thousand francs! it is enormous."

"I know it."

"Impossible to find."

"Not so."

"But reflect, madame, upon the effect which will be produced by the sale
of your jewels."

"No one need know it.  You can get sets of false jewels made for me,
similar to the real.  Do not answer a word; I insist upon it.  Sell them
separately, sell the stones only."

"In that way it is easy.  Monsieur is looking out for some sets of jewels
as well as single stones for Madame's toilette.  There will be a
competition for them.  I can easily dispose of six hundred thousand
francs' worth to Monsieur.  I am certain yours are the most beautiful."

"When can you do so?"

"In less than three days' time."

"Very well, the remainder you will dispose of among private individuals.
For the present, make me out a contract of sale, payment to be made in
four days."

"I entreat you to reflect, madame; for if you force the sale, you will
lose a hundred thousand francs."

"If necessary, I will lose two hundred; I wish everything to be settled
this evening.  Do you accept?"

"I do, your ladyship.  I will not conceal from you that I shall make

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