CHAPTER XXIV.
THE DAUPHINESS' RECEPTION.
On the following day, Compiegne was intoxicated and transported. Thepeople had not slept through the night from getting ready to welcomethe bride of the prince royal.
Latin, French, and German inscriptions adorned the evergreen arches,wound with garlands of roses and lilac.
The royal prince had come down in the night _incog_, with his twobrothers, and they had ridden out to meet the princess from Austria.The gallant idea had not come to the dauphin of his own impulse, butfrom his tutor, Lord Lavauguyon, who had been instructed by the king onthe proper line of conduct to be followed by the heir to the throne.Previous sovereigns had also taken this kind of preliminary view of thefated spouse, without the veil of etiquette.
The eldest prince rode out, grave, and his two brothers, smiling.At half after eight, they came back; the dauphin serious as whenhe started, Provence almost sulky, and Artois gayer than at theoutset. The first was disquieted, the second envious, and the lastdelighted--for all had found the lady most lovely. Thus each betrayedhis temperament.
At the meeting of the two parties, that of the king and the brideof his son, all got out of the carriages, except the king and thearchduchess. Around the dauphin were all the young nobles, while theold nobility clustered round the king.
The lady's carriage door opened, and the Austrian princess spranglightly to the ground. As she advanced toward the royal coach, Louishad the door opened, and eagerly stepped out.
The princess had so exactly calculated the steps that she threw herselfon her knees just as he alighted. He stooped to lift her up, and kissedher affectionately, covering her with a look which caused her to redden.
She blushed again as the dauphin was presented to her. She had pleasantwords to say to all the royal princes and princesses. But here came ahitch, till the king, glancing around, spied the Countess Dubarry, andtook her hand.
Everybody stepped aloof, so that the sovereign was left alone with hisfavorite and the new arrival.
"I present the Countess Dubarry, my dearest friend!"
The Austrian turned pale, but the most kindly smile glittered on herblanching lips.
"Your majesty is very happy in having so lovely a friend," she said,"and I am not surprised at the attachment she inspires."
All looked on with astonishment approaching stupefaction. It wasevident that the new-comer was repeating the Austrian court'sinstructions--perhaps her mother's own words.
While the princess entered the royal coach, passing the Duke ofChoisuel without noticing him, the church bells clanged. CountessDubarry radiantly got into her coach, up to the door of which cameChevalier Jean.
"Do you know who that young whippersnapper is?" he asked, pointing to ahorseman at the dauphiness' coach window. "That is Philip of Taverney,who gave me that sword thrust."
"Well, who is the beautiful girl with whom he is talking?"
"His sister, and to my mind you have the same need to beware of thatgirl as I of her brother."
"You are mad."
"I have my wits about me. I shall keep an eye on the blade anyhow."
"And I shall watch the budding beauty."
"Hush!" said Jean; "here comes your friend Richelieu."
"What is wrong, my dear duke? You look discontented," said thecountess, with her sweetest smile.
"Does it not strike your ladyship that we are all very dull, not to saysad, for such a joyous affair? I can recall going out to meet anotherprincess for the royal couch, amiable like this one, and as fair. Itwas the dauphin's mother. We were all jolly. Is it because we wereyounger?"
"No, my dear marshal, it is because the monarchy is older."
All who heard shuddered at this voice behind the duke. He turned andsaw an elderly gentleman, stylish in appearance, who laid his hand onhis shoulder as he smiled misanthropically.
"Gads my life! it is Baron Taverney. Countess," added the duke, "hereis one of my oldest friends, for whom I beg your kindness--BaronTaverney of Redcastle."
"The father of that pair," said Jean and Jeanne to themselves, as theybowed in salutation.
"My lords and gentlemen," shouted the grand master of ceremonies, "toyour places in the coaches."
The two aged nobles bowed to the favorite and her brother, and wentinto the same vehicle, glad to be united after long absence.
"What do you say to that? I do not like the old fellow a whit betterthan the cubs," said Jean Dubarry.
"What a pity that the little imp, Gilbert, ran away. As he was broughtup in their house, he might furnish particulars about the family," saidthe countess.
The dialogue was broken off by the movement of all the carriages.
After a night at Compiegne, the united courts--the sundown of one era,the sunburst of another--swept intermingled on to Paris, that gulfwhich was to swallow up the whole of them.
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