At the moment when,despairing of extricating myself,I was stooping over Madame de Bruhl begging her to assist me,I heard,amid the babel of laughter and raillery which surrounded me--certain of the courtiers having already formed hands in a circle and sworn I should not depart without satisfying the ladies--a voice which struck a chord in my memory.I turned to see who the speaker was,and encountered no other than M.de Bruhl himself;who,with a flushed and angry face,was listening to the explanation which a friend was pouring into his ear.Standing at the moment with my knee on Madame de Bruhl's stool,and remembering very well the meeting on the stairs,I conceived in a flash that the man was jealous;but whether he had yet heard my name,or had any clew to link me with the person who had rescued Mademoiselle de la Vire from his clutches,I could not tell.
Nevertheless his presence led my thoughts into a new channel.
The determination to punish him began to take form in my mind,and very quickly I regained my composure.Still I was for giving him one chance.Accordingly I stooped once more to Madame de Bruhl's ear,and begged her to spare me the embarrassment of telling my tale.But then,finding her pitiless,as I expected,and the rest of the company growing more and more insistent,Ihardened my heart to go through with the fantastic notion which had occurred to me.
Indicating by a gesture that I was prepared to obey,and the duchess crying for a hearing,this was presently obtained,the sudden silence adding the king himself to my audience.'What is it?'he asked,coming up effusively,with a lap-dog in his arms.
'A new scandal,eh?'
'No,sire,a new tale-teller,'the duchess answered pertly.'If your Majesty will sit,we shall hear him the sooner.'
He pinched her ear and sat down in the chair which a page presented.'What!is it Rambouillet's GRISON again?'he said with some surprise.'Well,fire away,man.But who brought you forward as a Rabelais?'
There was a general cry of 'Madame de Bruhl!'whereat that lady shook her fair hair,about her face,and cried out for someone to bring her a mask.
'Ha,I see!'said the king drily,looking pointedly at M.de Bruhl,who was as black as thunder.'But go on,man.'
The king's advent,by affording me a brief respite,had enabled me to collect my thoughts,and,disregarding the ribald interruptions,which at first were frequent,I began as follows:
'I am no Rabelais,sire,'I said,'but droll things happen to the most unlikely.Once upon a time it was the fortune of a certain swain,whom I will call Dromio,to arrive in a town not a hundred miles from Blois,having in his company a nymph of great beauty,who had been entrusted to his care by her parents.He had not more than lodged her in his apartments,however,before she was decoyed away by a trick,and borne off against her will by a young gallant,who had seen her and been smitten by her charms.
Dromio,returning,and finding his mistress gone,gave way to the most poignant grief.He ran up and down the city,seeking her in every place,and filling all places with his lamentations;but for a time in vain,until chance led him to a certain street,where,in an almost incredible manner,he found a clew to her by discovering underfoot a knot of velvet,bearing Phyllida's name wrought on it in delicate needlework,with the words,"A moi!"'
'Sanctus!'cried the king,amid a general murmur of surprise,'that is well devised!Proceed,sir.Go on like that,and we will make your twenty men twenty-five.'
'Dromio,'I continued,'at sight of this trifle experienced the most diverse emotions,for while he possessed in it a clew to his mistress's fate,he had still to use it so as to discover the place whither she had been hurried.It occurred to him at last to begin his search with the house before which the knot had lain.Ascending accordingly to the second-floor,he found there a fair lady reclining on a couch,who started up in affright at his appearance.He hastened to reassure her,and to explain the purpose of his coming,and learned after a conversation with which I will not trouble your Majesty,though it was sufficiently diverting,that the lady had found the velvet knot in another part of the town,and had herself dropped it again in front of her own house.'
'Pourquoi?'the king asked,interrupting me.
'The swain,sire,'I answered,'was too much taken up with his own troubles to bear that in mind,even if he learned it.But this delicacy did not save him from misconception,for as he descended from the lady's apartment he met her husband on the stairs.'
'Good!'the king exclaimed,rubbing his hands in glee.'The husband!'And under cover of the gibe and the courtly laugh which followed it M.de Bruhl's start of surprise passed unnoticed save by me.
'The husband,'I resumed,'seeing a stranger descending his staircase,was for stopping him and learning the reason of his presence;But Dromio,whose mind was with Phyllida,refused to stop,and,evading his questions,hurried to the part of the town where the lady had told him she found the velvet knot.Here,sire,at the corner of a lane running between garden-walls,he found a great house,barred and gloomy,and well adapted to the abductor's purpose.Moreover,scanning it on every side,he presently discovered,tied about the bars of an upper window,a knot of white linen,the very counterpart of that velvet one which he bore in his breast.Thus he knew that the nymph was imprisoned in that room!'
