be false to Monsieur de Cleves, and be false to myself? In a
word, shall I go to
expose myself to the cruel remorses and
deadly griefs that rise from love? I am subdued and vanquished
by a
passion, which hurries me away in spite of myself; all my
resolutions are vain; I had the same thoughts
yesterday that I
have today, and I act today
contrary to what I
resolvedyesterday; I must
convey myself out of the sight of the Duke de
Nemours; I must go into the country, however fantastical my
journey may appear; and if Monseur de Cleves is obstinately bent
to
hinder me, or to know my reasons for it, perhaps I shall do
him and myself the
injury to
acquaint him with them." She
continued in this
resolution, and spent the whole evening at
home, without going to the Queen-Dauphin to enquire what had
happened with respect to the
counterfeited letter.
When the Prince of Cleves returned home, she told him she was
resolved to go into the country; that she was not very well, and
had occasion to take the air. Monsieur de Cleves, to whom she
appeared so beautiful that he could not think her indisposition
very
considerable, at first made a jest of her design, and
answered that she had forgot that the nuptials of the Princesses
and the
tournament were very near, and that she had not too much
time to prepare matters so as to appear there as magnificently as
other ladies. What her husband said did not make her change her
resolution, and she begged he would agree, that while he was at
Compiegne with the King, she might go to Colomiers, a pretty
house then building, within a day's journey of Paris. Monsieur
de Cleves consented to it; she went
thither with a design of not
returning so soon, and the King set out for Compiegne, where he
was to stay but few days.
The Duke de Nemours was mightily
concerned he had not seen Madam
de Cleves since that afternoon which he had spent so agreeably
with her, and which had increased his hopes; he was so impatient
to see her again that he could not rest; so that when the King
returned to Paris, the Duke
resolved to go to see his sister the
Duchess de Mercoeur, who was at a country seat of hers very near
Colomiers; he asked the Viscount to go with him, who readily
consented to it. The Duke de Nemours did this in hopes of
visiting Madam de Cleves, in company of the Viscount.
Madam de Mercoeur received them with a great deal of joy, and
thought of nothing but giving them all the pleasures and
diversions of the country; one day, as they were
hunting a stag,
the Duke de Nemours lost himself in the forest, and upon
enquiring his way was told he was near Colomiers; at that word,
Colomiers, without further
reflection, or so much as
knowing what
design he was upon, he galloped on full speed the way that had
been showed him; as he rode along he came by chance to the
made-ways and walks, which he judged led to the castle: at the
end of these walks he found a
pavilion, at the lower end of which
was a large room with two
closets, the one
opening into a
flower-garden, and the other looking into a
spacious walk in the
park; he entered the
pavilion, and would have stopped to observe
the beauty of it, if he had not seen in the walk the Prince and
Princess of Cleves, attended with a numerous train of their
domestics. As he did not expect to meet Monsieur de Cleves
there, whom he had left with the King, he thought at first of
hiding himself; he entered the
closet which looked into the
flower-garden, with design to go out that way by a door which
opened to the forest; but observing Madam de Cleves and her
husband were sat down under the
pavilion, and that their
attendants stayed in the park, and could not come to him without
passing by the place where Monsieur and Madam de Cleves were, he
could not deny himself the pleasure of
seeing this Princess, nor
resist the
curiosity he had to hear her conversation with a
husband, who gave him more
jealousy than any of his rivals. He
heard Monsieur de Cleves say to his wife, "But why will you not
return to Paris? What can keep you here in the country? You
have of late taken a fancy for
solitude, at which I am both
surprised and
concerned, because it deprives me of your company:
I find too, you are more
melancholy than usual, and I am afraid
you have some cause of grief." "I have nothing to trouble my
mind," answered she with an air of
confusion, "but there is
such a
bustle at Court, and such a
multitude of people always at
your house, that it is impossible but both body and mind should