heart prefers to me." Monsieur de Cleves was melted upon
speaking these words, and could
scarce make an end of them; his
wife was so moved, she burst into tears, and embraced him with a
tenderness and sorrow that put him into a condition not very
different from her own; they continued silent a while, and parted
without having the power to speak to one another.
All things were ready for the marriage of Madame, and the Duke of
Alva was arrived to
espouse her; he was received with all the
ceremony and
magnificence that could be displayed on such an
occasion; the King sent to meet him the Prince of Conde, the
Cardinals of Loraine and Guise, the Dukes of Loraine and Ferrara,
d'Aumale, de Bouillon, de Guise, and de Nemours; they had a great
number of gentlemen, and a great many pages in
livery; the King
himself, attended with two hundred gentlemen, and the Constable
at their head, received the Duke of Alva at the first gate of the
Louvre; the Duke would have kneeled down, but the King refused
it, and made him walk by his side to the Queen's
apartment, and
to Madame's, to whom the Duke of Alva had brought a magnificent
present from his master; he went
thence to the
apartment of Madam
Margaret the King's sister, to
compliment her on the part of the
Duke of Savoy, and to assure her he would arrive in a few days;
there were great assemblies at the Louvre, the show the Duke of
Alva, and the Prince of Orange who accompanied him, the beauties
of the Court.
Madam de Cleves could not
dispense with going to these
assemblies, however
desirous she was to be
absent, for fear of
disobliging her husband, who
absolutely commanded her to be
there; and what yet more induced her to it, was the
absence of
the Duke de Nemours; he was gone to meet the Duke of Savoy, and
after the
arrival of that Prince, he was obliged to be almost
always with him, to
assist him in everything relating to the
ceremonies of the nuptials; for this reason Madam de Cleves did
not meet him so often as she used to do, which gave her some sort
of ease.
The Viscount de Chartres had not forgot the conversation he had
had with the Duke de Nemours: it still ran in his mind that the
adventure the Duke had
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related to him was his own; and he
observed him so carefully that it is
probable he would have
unravelled the business, if the
arrival of the Duke of Alva and
of the Duke of Savoy had not made such an
alteration in the
Court, and filled it with so much business, as left no
opportunities for a discovery of that nature; the desire he had
to get some information about it, or rather the natural
disposition one has to
relate all one knows to those one loves,
made him
acquaint Madam de Martigues with the extraordinary
action of that person who had confessed to her husband the
passion she had for another; he
assured her the Duke de Nemours
was the man who had inspired so
violent a love, and begged her
assistance in observing him. Madam de Martigues was glad to hear
what the Viscount told her, and the
curiosity she had always
observed in the Queen-Dauphin for what
concerned the Duke de
Nemours made her yet more
desirous to search into the bottom of
the affair.
A few days before that which was fixed for the
ceremony of the
marriage, the Queen-Dauphin entertained at supper the King her
father-in-law, and the Duchess of Valentinois. Madam de Cleves,
who had been busy in dressing herself, went to the Louvre later
than ordinary; as she was going, she met a gentleman that was
coming from the Queen-Dauphin to fetch her; as soon as she
entered the room, that Princess, who was sitting upon her bed,
told her aloud, that she had expected her with great
impatience.
"I believe, Madam," answered she, "that I am not obliged to
you for it, and that your
impatience was caused by something
else, and not your desire to see me." "You are in the right,"
answered the Queen-Dauphin, "but,
nevertheless, you are obliged
to me; for I'll tell you an adventure, which I am sure you'll be
glad to know."
Madam de Cleves kneeled at her
bedside, and, very luckily for
her, with her face from the light: "You know," said the Queen,
"how
desirous we have been to find out what had caused so great
a change in the Duke de Nemours; I believe I know it, and it is
what will surprise you; he is
desperately in love with, and as
much
beloved by, one of the finest ladies of the Court." It is
easy to imagine the grief Madam de Cleves felt upon
hearing these