CHAPTER XCVI.
THE KING'S LIST.
Marie Antoniette, with a happy smile, gave her hand to her husband. He raised it to his lips, and kissed it so fervently that his young wife blushed with pleasure.
"Do you know what brings me to you, Antoinette?" said he gayly. "The deadly anxiety of good Madame Etiquette. She met me in the anteroom, and confessed that she had been guilty of the crime of leaving the queen alone with a foreign ambassador. To relieve her mind, I promised to come hither myself, and put an end to the treason that was hatching between France ad Austria."
"Ah!" said Marie Antoinette, with a bewitching pout, "then you came, not to see me, but to save Madame Etiquette a fit of the vapors."
"I made use of her as a pretext to intrude myself upon you," said the king with embarrassment.
"Oh, your majesty well knows that you need no pretext to come in my presence!" said Marie Antoinette, eagerly.
"Certainly, I require it just now, for I have broken up a charming tete-a-tete," said the king, bowing to Von Mercy.
"The count has brought me letters from the empress," said Marie Antoinette, "And what do you suppose they were? Congratulations upon our accession to the throne."
The king smiled, but expressed no surprise.
"What, you are not surprised!" said the queen. "Do you take the count for a sorcerer?"
"I take him for a true and loyal friend of his sovereign," said Louis, "and I only wish that I possessed one as faithful. But I am not at all astonished to hear of the congratulations, since the courier started off with the news a week ago."
"Your majesty knew it, then?"
"A king must know all things," said he gravely. "Are you not of my opinion, count? Is it not proper that a sovereign should possess a knowledge of every important letter which comes into his kingdom or leaves it?"
"I believe so, your majesty," replied the count, somewhat confused.
"I am convinced of it, and so is the Empress of Austria," said the king, with a laugh. "She is admirably well posted in all that concerns foreign courts, and not a document leaves the French embassy in Vienna of which she has not a copy. Is it not so, Count von Mercy?"
"I do not believe, sire, that there is any person in the French embassy capable of betraying the interests of his country, or of revealing its secrets."
"Then change your creed, count, for in every country there are men open to bribery. But," continued he, turning to the queen, "we have wandered from our subject—your majesty's letters from Vienna. Have you good news?"
"It is merely official, sire," replied the queen, handing the letter to the king.
Louis looked it over; then replacing it upon the table, said, "And the other letters?"
"Which other letters?" asked the queen.
"Did you not tell me there were several?"
"No, sire," replied the queen, reddening.
"What fables men do invent!" exclaimed the king. "A courier has just arrived from the French embassy, in Vienna, with dispatches informing us that Count von Mercy had received for your majesty one official letter from the empress, and two private letters of instruction, one of which contained a list of persons recommended by her majesty; and, finally, a fourth missive, private, from the Emperor Joseph. And all this is pure invention, Count von Mercy?"
"It is, your majesty," said the count, with much embarrassment, while
Marie Antoinette cast down her eyes, and blushed.
The king enjoyed their confusion for a while; he seemed to take pleasure in this first triumph of his regal power, and a smile flitted over his rather clumsy features.
"You see, then," continued he, "that I have received false intelligence, and it is evident that Austrians are less corrupt than Frenchmen, for I am told that Count von Mercy and Prince Kaunitz are au fait to every thing that transpires in the palace here. Be that as it may, we intend to follow the example of the queen. Our policy shall be so frank and honorable that all the world may know it and welcome. But—it occurs to me that the mistress of ceremonies is in great anguish of mind. She will not recover her equanimity until she sees you again, count."
"In that case, your majesty, I beg leave to retire," replied the count.
The king bowed, and the queen gave him her hand.
As the count was about to raise the portiere, the king called him back. "Do you send a courier to Vienna to-day?" asked his majesty. "Yes, sire, in one hour."
"Then let me impart to you a secret which I think will interest her imperial majesty of Austria—my new ministry."
"How! has your your majesty already chosen them?" asked Marie
Antoinette, anxiously.
The king nodded. "It was my first sacred duty to seek guides for my inexperience, and I have chosen ministers who are able statesmen, and have already served before."
The queen's eyes brightened, and even Count von Mercy seemed surprised and pleased.
"Do, your majesty, let us have their names," said Marie Antoinette.
"First, Monsieur de Maurepas."
The queen uttered an exclamation. "The minister of the regency, who has been banished for forty years!"
"The same. He was a friend of my father. He will be prime minister; and as I am so unfortunate as to have to bear the weight of royalty at twenty years, I have taken care to select old and experienced men as my counsellors."
"And who is to succeed the Duke d'Aiguillon?" cried Marie Antoinette, "for I presume that your majesty intends to give him his dismissal."
"I would be glad to retain him as my minister," said the king, pointedly, "for his policy is identical with mine. He has the interests of France at heart, and has never suffered himself to be led away by foreign influence. But unluckily, he was too intimate with Du Barry, and on this ground I shall dismiss him."
"And his successor?" asked the queen, scarcely able to restrain her bitter disappointment.
"His successor is the Count do Vergennes."
"De Vergennes!" cried the queen, scornfully. "He who married a slave in
Constantinople?"
"Ah, you have heard that ridiculous story, which was invented by Monsieur de Choiseul? Nobody here ever believed it; and let me tell you that the Countess de Vergennes enjoys the esteem and consideration of all who know her. Vergennes himself is a man of talent, and will do me good service. The other ministers are: for the war department, Count de Muy; for the minister of finance, instead of that hateful Abbe Terray—(was not that the emperor's expression?)—I have chosen Count de Clugny."
"Count de Clugny!" said Marie Antoinette, again beginning to hope. "Does your majesty mean the friend of the Duke de Choiseul?"
"Himself, madame," said the king, coolly. "And while you are speaking of Monsieur de Choiseul, I am reminded that this is not the first time his name has been mentioned to-day. You, Count von Mercy, are a friend of his—I am not. You can, therefore, tell me whether it is true that he has left Chantoloup, wither the deceased king had banished him."
"Yes, sire, the Duke de Choiseul arrived this morning in Paris."
"What can he want in Paris?" asked the king, with an unconscious look. "Why did he leave Chanteloup? It seems to me that for the man who is so lucky as to have a landed estate, this is the very time of year to stay there. You had better advise your friend to return to the country. And now, count, you know all that I have to tell, and I will detain you no longer. Madame de Noailles must be in despair. Comfort her by informing her that you left the Queen of France in the company of her husband."