It was now Anne of Austria’s turn to exhibit surprise. “Why?” she said. “Are you not in favor with the new king?”
“Perfectly so, madame, for his majesty’s kindness to me is unbounded.”
“It cannot,” said the queen, “be because your fortune has diminished, for it is said to be enormous.”
“My income, madame, has never been so large.”
“There is some secret cause, then?”
“No, madame,” said Buckingham, eagerly, “there is nothing secret in my reason for this determination. I prefer residence in France; I like a court so distinguished by its refinement and courtesy; I like the amusements, somewhat serious in their nature, which are not the amusements of my own country, and which are met with in France.”
Anne of Austria smiled shrewdly. “Amusements of a serious nature?” she said. “Has your Grace well reflected on their seriousness?” The duke hesitated. “There is no amusement so serious,” continued the queen, “as to prevent a man of your rank——”
“Your majesty seems to insist greatly on that point,” interrupted the duke.
“Do you think so, my lord?”
“If you will forgive me for saying so, it is the second time you have vaunted the attractions of England at the expense of the delight which all experience who live in France.”