A Gentleman of France | Page 4

King of Navarre.' Then in solemn
silence he bowed to me again and went back to his fellows.
Upon the instant, and before I could make up my mind how to take this,
a second tripped forward, and saluting me, said, 'M. de Marsac, I
think?'
'At your service, sir,' I rejoined. In my eagerness to escape the gaze of
all those eyes, and the tittering which was audible behind me, I took a
step forward to be in readiness to follow him. But he gave no sign. 'M.
de Marsac to see the King of Navarre' was all he said, speaking as the
other had close to those behind. And with that he too wheeled round
and went back. to the fire.

I stared, a first faint suspicion of the truth aroused in my mind. Before I
could act upon it, however--in such a situation it was no easy task to
decide how to act--a third advanced with the same measured steps. 'By
appointment I think, sir?' he said, bowing lower than the others.
'Yes,' I replied sharply, beginning to grow warm, 'by appointment at
noon.'
'M. de Marsac,' he announced in a sing-song tone to those behind him,
'to see the King of Navarre by appointment at noon.' And with a second
bow--while I grew scarlet with mortification he too wheeled gravely
round and returned to the fireplace.
I saw another preparing to advance, but he came too late. Whether my
face of anger and bewilderment was too much for them, or some among
them lacked patience to see the end, a sudden uncontrollable shout of
laughter, in which all the room joined, cut short the farce. God knows it
hurt me: I winced, I looked this way and that, hoping here or there to
find sympathy and help. But it seemed to me that the place rang with
gibes, that every panel framed, however I turned myself, a cruel,
sneering face. One behind me cried 'Old Clothes,' and when I turned the
other hearth whispered the taunt. It added a thousandfold to my
embarrassment that there was in all a certain orderliness, so that while
no one moved, and none, while I looked at them, raised their voices, I
seemed the more singled out, and placed as a butt in the midst.
One face amid the pyramid of countenances which hid the farther
fireplace so burned itself into my recollection in that miserable moment,
that I never thereafter forgot it; a small, delicate woman's face,
belonging to a young girl who stood boldly in front of her companions.
It was a face full of pride, and, as I saw it then, of scorn--scorn that
scarcely deigned to laugh; while the girl's graceful figure, slight and
maidenly, yet perfectly proportioned, seemed instinct with the same
feeling of contemptuous amusement.
The play, which seemed long enough to me, might have lasted longer,
seeing that no one there had pity on me, had I not, in my desperation,
espied a door at the farther end of the room, and concluded, seeing no

other, that it was the door of the king's bedchamber. The mortification I
was suffering was so great that I did not hesitate, but advanced with
boldness towards it. On the instant there was a lull in the laughter round
me, and half a dozen voices called on me to stop.
'I have come to see the king,' I answered, turning on them fiercely, for I
was by this time in no mood for browbeating, 'and I will see him!'
'He is out hunting,' cried all with one accord; and they signed
imperiously to me to go back the way I had come.
But having the king's appointment safe in my pouch, I thought I had
good reason to disbelieve them; and taking advantage of their
surprise--for they had not expected so bold a step on my part--I was at
the door before they could prevent me. I heard Mathurine, the fool, who
had sprung to her feet, cry 'Pardieu! he will take the Kingdom of
Heaven by force!' and those were the last words I heard; for, as I lifted
the latch--there was no one on guard there--a sudden swift silence fell
upon the room behind me.
I pushed the door gently open and went in. There were two men sitting
in one of the windows, who turned and looked angrily towards me. For
the rest the room was empty. The king's walking-shoes lay by his chair,
and beside them the boot-hooks and jack. A dog before the fire got up
slowly and growled, and one of the men, rising from the trunk on
which he had been sitting, came towards me and asked me, with every
sign of irritation, what I wanted there, and who had given me