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annihilated her.And Montalais herself, the girl of ingenious ideas, wouldnot have attempted to recall her to life; for ridicule killsbeauty even.But fortunately, as we have said, Louise, whose ears werebuzzing, and her eyes veiled by timidity, -- Louise sawnothing and heard nothing; and the king, who had still hisattention directed to the conversation of the cardinal andhis uncle, hastened to return to them.He came up just at the moment Mazarin terminated by saying:"Mary, as well as her sisters, has just set off for Brouage.I make them follow the opposite bank of the Loire to thatalong which we have traveled; and if I calculate theirprogress correctly, according to the orders I have given,they will to-morrow be opposite Blois."These words were pronounced with that tact -- that measure,that distinctness of tone, of intention, and reach -- whichmade del Signor Giulio Mazarini the first comedian in theworld.It resulted that they went straight to the heart of LouisXIV., and the cardinal, on turning round at the simple noiseof the approaching footsteps of his majesty, saw theimmediate effect of them upon the countenance of his pupil,an effect betrayed to the keen eyes of his eminence by aslight increase of color. But what was the ventilation ofsuch a secret to him whose craft had for twenty yearsdeceived all the diplomatists of Europe?From the moment the young king heard these last words, heappeared as if he had received a poisoned arrow in hisheart. He could not remain quiet in a place, but cast aroundan uncertain, dead, and aimless look over the assembly. Hewith his eyes interrogated his mother more than twentytimes: but she, given up to the pleasure of conversing withher sister-in-law, and likewise constrained by the glance ofMazarin, did not appear to comprehend any of thesupplications conveyed by the looks of her son.From this moment, music, lights, flowers, beauties, allbecame odious and insipid to Louis XIV. After he had ahundred times bitten his lips, stretched his legs and hisarms like a well-brought-up child who, without daring togape, exhausts all the modes of evincing his weariness --after having uselessly again implored his mother and theminister, he turned a despairing look towards the door, thatis to say, towards liberty.At this door, in the embrasure of which he was leaning, hesaw, standing out strongly, a figure with a brown and loftycountenance, an aquiline nose, a stern but brilliant eye,gray and long hair, a black mustache, the true type ofmilitary beauty, whose gorget, more sparkling than a mirror,broke all the reflected lights which concentrated upon it,and sent them back as lightning. This officer wore his grayhat with its long red plumes upon his head, a proof that hewas called there by his duty, and not by his pleasure. If hehad been brought thither by his pleasure -- if he had been acourtier instead of a soldier, as pleasure must always bepaid for at the same price -- he would have held his hat inhis hand.That which proved still better that this officer was uponduty, and was accomplishing a task to which he wasaccustomed, was, that he watched, with folded arms,remarkable indifference, and supreme apathy, the joys andennuis of this fete. Above all, he appeared, like aphilosopher, and all old soldiers are philosophers, -- heappeared above all to comprehend the ennuis infinitelybetter than the joys; but in the one he took his part,knowing very well how to do without the other.Now, he was leaning, as we have said, against the carveddoor-frame when the melancholy, weary eyes of the king, bychance, met his.It was not the first time, as it appeared, that the eyes ofthe officer had met those eyes, and he was perfectlyacquainted with the expression of them; for, as soon as hehad cast his own look upon the countenance of Louis XIV.,and had read by it what was passing in his heart -- that isto say, all the ennui that oppressed him -- all the timiddesire to go out which agitated him, -- he perceived he mustrender the king a service without his commanding it, --almost in spite of himself. Boldly, therefore, as if he hadgiven the word of command to cavalry in battle, "On thekings service!" cried he, in a clear, sonorous voice.At these words, which produced the effect
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