“Would, Madame, that I could obtain your experience by contagion; as it is, I fear that I have profited little by my visit to his Majesty. Madame de Maintenon will not see me, and the Bishop of Frejus (excellent man!) has been seized with a sudden paralysis of memory whenever I present myself in his way.”
“That party will never do,—I thought not,” said Madame de Balzae, who was a wonderful imitator of the fly on the wheel; “my celebrity, and the knowledge that I loved you for your father’s sake, were, I fear, sufficient to destroy your interest with the Jesuits and their tools. Well, well, we must repair the mischief we have occasioned you. What place would suit you best?”
“Why, anything diplomatic. I would rather travel, at my age, than remain in luxury and indolence even at Paris!”
“Ah, nothing like diplomacy!” said Madame de Balzac, with the air of a Richelieu, and emptying her snuff-box at a pinch; “but have you, my son, the requisite qualities for that science, as well as the tastes? Are you capable of intrigue? Can you say one thing and mean another? Are you aware of the immense consequence of a look or a bow? Can you live like a spider, in the centre of an inexplicable net—inexplicable as well as dangerous—to all but the weaver? That, my son, is the art of politics; that is to be a diplomatist!”
“Perhaps, to one less penetrating than Madame de Balzac,” answered I, “I might, upon trial, not appear utterly ignorant of the noble art of state duplicity which she has so eloquently depicted.”
“Possibly!” said the good lady; “it must indeed be a profound dissimulator to deceive me.”
“But what would you advise me to do in the present crisis? What party to adopt, what individual to flatter?”
Nothing, I already discovered and have already observed, did the inestimable Madame de Balzac dislike more than a downright question: she never answered it.
“Why, really,” said she, preparing herself for a long speech, “I am quite glad you consult me, and I will give you the best advice in my power. Ecoutez donc; you have seen the Duc de Maine?”
“Certainly!”