Александр Дюма
The Queen's Necklace
CHAPTER LVI.
THE CARDINAL DE ROHAN
Hardly had M. de Calonne traversed the gallery, when Madame de la Motte was shown in to the queen.
"Madame," said she, "the cardinal is here." She then introduced him, and took her leave.
The cardinal, finding himself alone with the queen, bowed respectfully, without raising his eyes.
"Monsieur," said the queen, "I have heard of you what has effaced many wrongs."
"Permit me, madame," said he, trembling with real emotion, "to assure your majesty that these wrongs of which you speak I could explain in a few words."
"I do not forbid you to justify yourself," replied she, with dignity; "but if what you are about to say throws the smallest shade upon my family or country, you will only wound me still more. Let us leave this subject; and I will only see you under the fresh light, which shows you to me obliging, respectful, and devoted."
"Devoted until death," replied he.
"But," said Marie Antoinette, with a smile, "at present it is a question not of death, but of ruin; and I do not wish you devoted even so far. You shall live, and not be ruined, at least, not by me; for they say you are ruining yourself."
"Madame!"
"Oh! that is your own business; only, as a friend, I would counsel you to be economical – the king would like you better."
"I would become a miser to please your majesty."
"Oh, the king," replied she, with an accent on the word, "does not love misers either."
"I will become whatever your majesty desires," replied he, with a hardly-disguised passion.
"I said, then," continued she, "that you shall not be ruined for me. You have advanced money on my account, and I have the means of meeting the calls; therefore, regard the affair for the future as in my hands."
"To finish it, then, it only remains for me to offer the necklace to your majesty;" and drawing out the case, he presented it to her.
She took it, but did not open it, and laid it down by her side. She received kindly all his polite speeches, but as she was longing to be left alone with her diamonds, she began to answer somewhat absently.
He thought she was embarrassed, and was delighted, thinking it showed, at least, an absence of indifference. He then kissed her hand, and took leave, going away full of enthusiasm and hope.
Jeanne was waiting for him in the carriage, and received his ardent protestations with pleasure. "Well," said she, "shall you be Richelieu or Mazarin? Have her lips given you encouragement in ambition or love? Are you launched in politics or intrigue?"
"Do not laugh, dear countess; I am full of happiness."
"Already!"
"Assist me, and in three weeks I may be a minister."
"Peste! that is a long time; the next payment is in a fortnight."
"Ah! the queen has money, and will pay, and I shall have only the merit of the intention. It is too little; I would willingly have paid for this reconciliation with the whole sum."
"Make yourself easy," replied the countess; "you shall have this merit if you desire it."
"I should have preferred it; the queen would then have been under an obligation to me."
"Monseigneur, something tells me you will have this satisfaction. Are you prepared for it?"
"I have mortgaged all my revenue for the ensuing year."
"Then you have the money?"
"Certainly, for this payment; after that, I do not know what I shall do."
"Oh, this payment will give you three quiet months; who knows what may happen in three months?"
"That is true; but she said that the king wished me to incur no more debt."
"Two months in the ministry would set all straight."
"Countess!"
"Oh, do not be fastidious; if you do not assist yourself, others will."
"You are right. Where are you going now?"
"Back to the queen, to hear what she says of your interview."
"Good! I go to Paris."
"Why? You should go this evening to the 'jeu du roi;' it is good policy to keep your ground."
"No, countess; I must attend a rendezvous, for which I received a note this morning."
"A rendezvous?"
"Yes, and a serious one, by the contents of the note. Look."
"A man's writing," said the countess; and, opening the note, she read:
"Monseigneur, – Some one wishes to see you about raising an important sum of money. This person will wait on you this evening, at Paris, to solicit the honor of an interview."
"Anonymous – some beggar?"
"No, countess; no beggar would expose himself to the risk of being beaten by my servants. Besides, I fancy I have seen the writing before. So au revoir, countess."
"Apropos, monseigneur, if you are going to get a windfall, some large sum, I understand we are to share."
"Countess, you have brought me luck; I shall not be ungrateful." And they separated.
The cardinal was full of happy dreams: the queen had received him kindly. He would place himself at the head of her party, and make it a popular one; he would protect her, and for her sake would abandon his slothful life, and live an active one.
As soon as he arrived at his hotel, he commenced burning a box full of love-letters; then he called his steward to order some economical reforms, and sat down to his history of English politics. Soon he heard a ring, and a servant entered to announce the person who had written to him that morning.
"Ask his name," said the cardinal.
The man, having inquired, returned and said:
"M. le Comte de Cagliostro."
"Let him come in."
The count entered.
"Mon Dieu!" cried the cardinal, "is it possible? Joseph Balsamo, who was supposed to have perished in the flames?"
"Yes, monseigneur, more alive than ever."
"But, sir, you have taken a new name."
"Yes, monseigneur; the other recalled too many painful recollections. Possibly, you yourself would not have opened your door to Joseph Balsamo."
"I! oh yes, sir."
"Then monseigneur has a better memory and more honesty than most men."
"Monsieur, you once rendered me a service."
"Am I not, monseigneur, a good specimen of the results of my elixir?"
"I confess it, sir; but you seem above humanity – you, who distribute health and gold to all."
"Health perhaps, monseigneur, but not gold."
"You make no more gold."
"No, monseigneur."
"Why?"
"Because I lost the parcel of an indispensable ingredient which Althotas discovered, but of which I never had the receipt. He has carried that secret with him to the grave."
"He is dead, then? How, could you not preserve the life of this man, so useful to you, as you have kept yourself through so many centuries?"
"Because I can guard against illness, but not against such accidents as kill before I can act."
"He died from an accident, then?"
"The fire in which you thought I died killed him; or rather he, weary of life, chose to die."
"It is strange."
"No, it is natural; I have a hundred times thought of ending my life."
"But you have not done so."
"Because I enjoy a state of youth, in which health and pleasure kept me from ennui; but he had chosen one of old age. He was a savant, and cared only for science; and thus youth, with its thousand pleasures, would have constantly drawn him from its study. An old man meditates better than a young one. Althotas died a victim to his love of science: I lead a worldly life, and do nothing – I live like a planet."
"Oh, sir, your words and appearance bring to me dreams of my youth. It is ten years since I saw you."
"Yes; but if you are no longer a fine young man, you are a prince. Do you remember the day when, in my cabinet, I promised you the love of the woman whose fair locks I consulted?"
The cardinal turned from pale to red. Terror and joy almost stopped the beating of his heart.
"I remember," said he.
"Ah, let me try if I can still play the magician. This fair child of your dreams – "
"What is she doing now?"
"Ah, I suspect you yourself have seen her to-day; indeed, you have not long left her."
The cardinal could hardly stand.
"Oh, I beg, sir – " he cried.
"Let us speak of something else," said Cagliostro, sitting down.
CHAPTER LVII.
DEBTOR AND CREDITOR
"Now that we have renewed our acquaintance, let us converse," said Cagliostro.
"Yes," replied the cardinal, "about the money you wrote of; it was a pretext, was it not?"
"No, monsieur, a serious matter, as it concerns a sum of 500,000 francs."
"The sum which you lent me?" cried the cardinal, growing pale.
"Yes, monseigneur; I love to see so good a memory in a great prince like you."
The cardinal felt overwhelmed by the blow. At last, trying to smile, he said:
"I thought that Joseph Balsamo had carried his debt with him to the tomb, as he threw the receipt into the fire."
"Monseigneur," replied the count, "the life of Joseph Balsamo is as indestructible as the sheet on which you wrote. Death cannot conquer the elixir of life; fire is powerless against asbestos."
"I do not understand," said the cardinal.
"You soon will," replied Cagliostro, producing a folded paper, which he offered to the prince.
He, before opening it, cried, "My receipt!"
"Yes, monseigneur, your receipt."
"But I saw you burn it."
"True, I threw it on the fire, but by accident you had written on a piece of asbestos, so that the receipt remained uninjured among the cinders."
"Monsieur," said the cardinal, haughtily, for he thought this a proof that he had been suspected, "believe me, I should not have denied my debt, even without this paper; therefore you were wrong to deceive me."
"I deceived you?"
"Yes; you made me think the paper was destroyed."
"To leave you the calm enjoyment of 500,000 francs."
"But, sir, why have you left such a sum for ten years unclaimed?"
"I knew, monseigneur, that it was safe. Various events have deprived me of my wealth; but, knowing that I had this sum in reserve, I have waited patiently until the last moment."
"And has that arrived?"
"Alas! yes, monseigneur."
"So that you can really wait no longer?"
"No, monseigneur."
"You want it at once?"
"If it please you to pay it."
The cardinal was at first silent, through despair. Then he said, in a hoarse voice:
"M. le Comte, we unhappy princes of the earth do not improvise fortunes as quickly as you enchanters."
"Oh, monseigneur," said Cagliostro, "I would not have asked you for this sum, had I not known beforehand that you had it."
"I have 500,000 francs?"
"30,000 in gold, 11,000 in silver, and the rest in notes, which are in this buhl cabinet."
The cardinal turned white. "You knew this?"
"Yes, monseigneur, and I know you have made great sacrifices to obtain it. I have heard that you will pay heavily for it."
"Oh, it is too true!"
"But, monseigneur, during these ten years I have often been in want and embarrassment, yet I have kept this paper back, so as not to trouble you; therefore I do not think you can complain."
"Complain! oh, no, sir; when you graciously lent me such a sum, I must ever remain your debtor. But during those ten years there were twenty occasions when I could have repaid you with ease, while to-day the restitution you demand embarrasses me dreadfully. You, who know everything, who read even hearts, and penetrate the doors of cabinets, doubtless, know also the purpose for which this money was destined."
"You are wrong, monseigneur," said Cagliostro, coldly. "My knowledge has brought me so much misery and disappointment, that I no longer seek to penetrate the secrets of others. It concerned me to know whether you had this money, as I wished to claim it; but once having ascertained that, I did not trouble myself to think for what purpose it was destined. Besides, did I know it, it might seem so grave a matter as almost to force me to waive my claim, which really at present I cannot afford to do. Therefore, I prefer to be ignorant."
"Oh, monsieur," cried the cardinal, "do not think I wish to parade my embarrassments in order to elude my debt! You have your own interests to look to; they are guaranteed by this paper, which bears my signature – that is enough. You shall have your money, although I do not think there was any promise to pay."
"Your eminence is mistaken;" and opening the paper he read these words:
"I acknowledge the receipt of 500,000 francs from M. Joseph Balsamo, which I will repay on demand.
"Louis de Rohan."
"You see, monseigneur, that I only ask my right; besides, as this was a spontaneous loan by me to a man I hardly knew, the payment might have been equally spontaneous, without waiting for me to claim it. But you did not think so. Well, monseigneur, I withdraw this paper, and bid you adieu."
"No, count," replied the cardinal; "a Rohan must not receive lessons in generosity; besides, this is a mere question of honesty. Give me the paper, sir, and I will discharge my debt."
For a moment Cagliostro hesitated, for the pale face and distressed air of the cardinal inclined him to pity; but quickly hardening himself he handed him the paper. M. de Rohan went to the cabinet, and took out the money. "There," said he, "are your 500,000 francs; and I owe you 250,000 more for interest, which you shall have if you will give me time."
"Monseigneur," said Cagliostro, "I lent 500,000 francs to M. de Rohan, which he has paid me; he therefore owes me nothing more. I will take the notes with me, and send for the money. I thank you for your compliance with my request." Then, bowing, he left the room.
"Well," sighed M. de Rohan, "it is likely, at least, that the queen has the money, and no Joseph Balsamo will come and take it from her."
CHAPTER LVIII.
FAMILY ACCOUNTS
It was the day before the first payment was due, and M. de Calonne had so much to do, that he had forgotten his promise. The queen had up to this time waited patiently, relying on his word; she now, however, was beginning to grow uneasy, when she received the following note:
"This evening the business with which your majesty has charged me will be settled by the Council; the money will be with the queen to-morrow evening."
Marie Antoinette recovered all her gaiety directly.
After dinner the king went to the Council, but in a rather bad humor. The news from Russia was bad; a vessel had been lost; some of the provinces refused to pay the taxes; also a beautiful map of the world, made by himself, had that day split into two pieces. Vainly, therefore, M. de Calonne produced his accounts, with his usual smiling air; the king continued out of temper. For a long time he sat, as usual, drawing hieroglyphics on a piece of paper, whilst the foreign correspondence was being read, and paying little attention to what passed around him.
At last, however, M. de Calonne began to speak of the loan to be raised for the ensuing year. The king became attentive, and said, "Always borrowing; but how is it to be repaid? That is a problem, M. de Calonne, for you to solve."
"Sire, a loan is only turning a stream from one direction, to cause it to flow more abundantly in another. In deepening the channel, you only increase the supply; therefore, let us not think of paying, but only of obtaining present supplies." M. de Calonne then explained his plans, which were approved by his colleagues.
The king agreed, with a sigh.
"Now we have money," said M. de Calonne, "let us dispose of it;" and he handed a paper to the king, with a list of pensions, gifts, and payments to be made.
The king glanced at the total, – "1,900,000 francs for this – enormous!"
"But, sire, one item is 500,000 francs."
"Which?"
"The advance to the queen."
"To the queen! 500,000 francs to the queen! – impossible!"
"Pardon, sire, it is correct."
"But there must be a mistake; a fortnight ago her majesty received her money."
"Sire, but if her majesty has need of money; and we all know how well she employs it."
"No," cried the king; "the queen does not want this money; she said to me that she preferred a vessel to jewels. The queen thinks but of France, and when France is poor, we that are rich ought to lend to France; and if she does require this money, it will be a greater merit to wait for it; and I guarantee that she will wait."
The ministers applauded this patriotic speech of the king, – only M. de Calonne insisted.
"Really, monsieur," said the king, "you are more interested for us than we are for ourselves."
"The queen, sire, will accuse us of having been backward when her interests were concerned."
"I will plead your cause."
"But, sire, the queen never asks without necessity."
"If the queen has wants, they are, I trust, less imperious than those of the poor, and she will be the first to acknowledge it."
"Sire!"
"I am resolved," said the king; "and I fancy I hear the queen in her generosity thanking me for having so well understood her heart."
M. de Calonne bit his lips, and Louis, content with this personal sacrifice, signed all the rest without looking at them.
"Calonne, you shall tell the queen yourself."
"Oh! sire, I beg to resign to you the honor."
"So be it then. Ah! here she comes, let us meet her."
"I beg your majesty to excuse me," he replied, and retired quickly.
The king approached the queen – she was leaning on the arm of the Comte d'Artois, and seemed very gay.
"Madame," said the king, "have you had a pleasant walk?"
"Yes, sire. And you an agreeable council?"
"Yes, madame, I have gained you 500,000 francs."
"M. de Calonne has kept his word," thought the queen.
"Only imagine, madame," continued the king; "M. de Calonne had put down 500,000 francs for you, and I have struck it out, – a clear gain, therefore, of that sum."
"Struck it through!" cried the queen, turning pale; "but, sire – "
"Oh! I am so hungry, I am going to supper;" and he went away delighted with his work.
"Brother," said the queen, "seek M. de Calonne for me."
At that moment a note from him was handed to her: "Your majesty will have learned that the king refused your grant. It was incomprehensible, and I retired from the council penetrated with grief."
"Read," said she, passing the note to the count.
"And there are people," said he, "who say that we squander the revenue! This is an extraordinary proceeding – "
"Quite husbandlike," said the queen. "Adieu, brother."
"I condole with you," he replied; "and it is a lesson for me. I was going to make a request to-morrow for myself."
"Send for Madame de la Motte," said the queen, when she returned to her room.
CHAPTER LIX.
MARIE ANTOINETTE AS QUEEN, AND MADAME DE LA MOTTE AS WOMAN
The courier despatched for Madame de la Motte, not finding her at home, went to the hotel of the Cardinal de Rohan to inquire if she were there.
The well-tutored Swiss replied that she was not, but that he could get any message transmitted to her.
The courier, therefore, left word for her to come to the queen as soon as possible. The man had hardly left the door before the message was delivered to Jeanne as she sat at supper with the cardinal. She set off immediately, and was at once introduced into the queen's chamber.
"Oh!" cried the queen on seeing her, "I have something to tell you. The king has refused me 500,000 francs."
"Mon Dieu!" murmured the countess.
"Incredible, is it not? He struck through the item; but it is useless to talk of it; you must return to Paris, and tell the cardinal that since he is so kind I accept the 500,000 francs he offered me. It is selfish, I know, but what can I do?"
"Oh! madame!" cried Jeanne, "we are lost – the cardinal no longer has the money."
The queen started.
"No money!" stammered she.
"No, madame; an unexpected creditor claimed this money from him. It was a debt of honor, and he paid it."
"The whole 500,000 francs?
"Yes, madame."
"And he has no more?"
"No, madame, he told me this an hour and a half ago, and confessed to me that he had no other resources."
The queen leaned her head on her hands; then, after a few moments' reflection, she said:
"This, countess, is a terrible lesson for me, and a punishment for having done anything, great or small, without the king's knowledge. It was a folly; I had no need of this necklace."
"True, madame; but if the queen consulted only her absolute wants – "
"I must consult before everything the tranquillity and happiness of my household. I renounce forever what has begun with so much annoyance. I will sacrifice my vanity on the altar of duty, as M. de Provence would say; and beautiful as this necklace is, you shall carry it back to MM. Bœhmer and Bossange."
"Carry it back?"
"Yes."
"But, madame, your majesty has already given 100,000 francs for it."
"Well, I shall gain all the rest that was to have been paid for it."
"But, madame, they will not like to return your money."
"I give it up on condition of their breaking the contract. Now, countess, that I have come to this determination, I feel at ease once more. This necklace brought with it cares and fears; diamonds cannot compensate for these. Take it away, countess; the jewelers must be satisfied; they will have their necklace, and 100,000 francs into the bargain."
"But M. de Rohan?"
"He only acted to give me pleasure, and when he is told it is my pleasure, not to have the necklace, he will understand me, I am sure; and if he is a good friend, he will approve and strengthen me in my sacrifice." Saying these words, the queen held out the casket to Jeanne.
She did not take it. "Why not ask for time, madame?"
"No, countess, it is humiliation. One may humiliate one's self for a person one loves, to save a living creature, were it only a dog; but only to keep some sparkling stones – never, countess; take it away."
"But, madame, it will surely become known that your majesty has had the jewels, and was obliged to return them."
"No one will know anything about it. The jewelers will surely hold their tongues for 100,000 francs. Take it away, countess, and thank M. de Rohan for his good-will towards me. There is no time to lose; go as soon as possible, and bring me back a receipt for them."
"Madame, it shall be done as you wish."
She first drove home, and changed her dress, which was too elegant for a visit to the jewelers. Meanwhile she reflected much; she thought still it was a fault for M. de Rohan to allow the queen to part with these jewels; and should she obey her orders without consulting him, would he not have reason to complain? Would he not rather sell himself than let the queen return them? "I must consult him," she thought; "but, after all, he never can get the money." She then took the necklace from the case, once more to look at and admire it. "1,600,000 francs in my possession; true, it is but for an hour. To carry away such a sum in gold I should want two horses, yet how easily I hold it here! But I must decide. Shall I go to the cardinal, or take it direct to the jewelers, as the queen ordered? And the receipt – in what form shall I get it, so as not to compromise the queen, the cardinal, or myself? Shall I consult – Ah! if he loved me more, and could give me the diamonds."
She sat down again and remained nearly an hour in deep thought. Then she rose, with a strange look in her eyes, and rang the bell with a determined air.
She ordered a coach, and in a few minutes she reached the house of the journalist, M. Reteau de Villette.
