In this letter, which from one end to the other sang the praises of the
Seigneur Brisacier, the Queen had the extreme kindness to remind the
Northern monarch of his old liaison with the respectable mother of the
young man, and her Majesty begged the prince to solicit from the King of
France the title and rank of duke for so excellent a subject.
King Casimir was not, as one knows, distrust and prudence personified; he walked blindfold into the trap; he wrote with his royal hand to his brother, the King of France, and asked him a brevet as duke for young Brisacier. Our King, who did not throw duchies at people's heads, read and re-read the strange missive with astonishment and suspicion. He wrote in his turn to the suppliant King, and begged him to send him the why and the wherefore of this hieroglyphic adventure. The good prince, ignorant of ruses, sent the letter of the Queen herself.
Had this princess ever given any reason to be talked about, there is no doubt that she would have been lost on this occasion; but there was nothing to excite suspicion. The King, no less, approached her with precaution, in order to observe the first results of her answers.
"Madame," he said, "are you still quite satisfied with young Brisacier, your private secretary?"
"More or less," replied the Infanta; "a little light, a little absent; but, on the whole, a good enough young man."
"Why have you recommended him to the King of Poland, instead of recommending him to me directly?"
"To the King of Poland!—I? I have not written to him since I congratulated him on his succession."
"Then, madame, you have been deceived in this matter, since I have your last letter in my hands. Here it is; I return it to you."
The princess read the letter with attention; her astonishment was immense.
"My signature has been used without authority," she said. "Brisacier alone can be guilty, being the only one interested."