“The king may make a happy choice—may find a home, with all the tender influences of home, not far from that we can offer him,—a home with children round him, the children of another woman. Oh, madame! I should die if I were but to see the king’s children.”
“Marie, Marie,” replied the queen-mother with a smile, and she took the young queen’s hand in her own, “remember what I am going to say, and let it always be a consolation to you: the king cannot have a Dauphin without you.”
With this remark the queen-mother quitted her daughter-in-law, in order to meet Madame, whose arrival in the grand cabinet had just been announced by one of the pages. Madame had scarcely taken time to change her dress. Her face revealed her agitation, which betrayed a plan, the execution of which occupied, while the result disturbed, her mind.
“I came to ascertain,” she said, “if your majesties are suffering any fatigue from our journey.”
“None at all,” said the queen-mother.
“A little,” replied Maria Theresa.
“I have suffered from annoyance more than anything else,” said Madame.
“How was that?” inquired Anne of Austria.
“The fatigue the king undergoes in riding about on horseback.”
“That does the king good.”