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The queen manifested no emotion, but Jeanne trembled.
"Have you not something to say to me?" asked the queen again, with kindness.
"Oh, madame, I should have too much to say to your majesty."
"Come," said she, and she walked towards her apartments; but to avoid the appearance of a tete-a-tete, she invited several ladies to follow her. Jeanne, unquiet, placed herself among them; but when they arrived, she dismissed Madame de Misery, and the other ladies, understanding that she wished to be alone, left her. Charny stood before her.
"Speak," said the queen; "you appear troubled, sir."
"How can I begin?" said Charny, thinking aloud; "how can I dare to accuse honor and majesty?"
"Sir!" cried Marie Antoinette, with a flaming look.
"And yet I should only say what I have seen."
The queen rose. "Sir," said she, "it is very early in the morning for me to think you intoxicated, but I can find no other solution for this conduct."
Charny, unmoved, continued, "After all, what is a queen?--a woman. And am I not a man as well as a subject?"
"Monsieur!"
"Madame, anger is out of place now. I believe I have formerly proved that I had respect for your royal dignity. I fear I proved that I had an insane love for yourself. Choose, therefore, to whom I shall speak. Is it to the queen, or the woman, that I shall address my accusation of dishonor and shame?"
"Monsieur de Charny," cried the queen, growing pale, "if you do not leave this room, I must have you turned out by my guards!"
"But I will tell you first," cried he, pa.s.sionately, "why I call you an unworthy queen and woman! I have been in the park these three nights!"
Instead of seeing her tremble, as he believed she would on hearing these words, the queen rose, and, approaching him, said, "M. de Charny, your state excites my pity. Your hands tremble, you grow pale; you are suffering. Shall I call for help?"
"I saw you!" cried he again; "saw you with that man to whom you gave the rose! saw you when he kissed your hands! saw you when you entered the baths of Apollo with him!"
The queen pa.s.sed her hands over her eyes, as if to make sure that she was not dreaming.
"Sit down," said she, "or you will fall."
Charny, indeed, unable to keep up, fell upon the sofa.
She sat down by him. "Be calm," said she, "and repeat what you have just said."
"Do you want to kill me?" he murmured.
"Then let me question," she said. "How long have you returned from the country?"
"A fortnight."
"Where do you live?"
"In the huntsman's house, which I have hired."
"At the end of the park?"
"Yes."
"You speak of some one whom you saw with me."
"Yes."
"Where?"
"In the park."
"When?"
"At midnight. Tuesday, for the first time, I saw you and your companion."
"Oh, I had a companion! Do you know her also?"
"I thought just now I recognized her, but I could not be positive, because it was only the figure--she always hid her face, like all who commit crimes."
"And this person to whom you say I gave a rose?"
"I have never been able to meet him."
"You do not know him, then?"
"Only that he is called monseigneur."
The queen stamped her foot.
"Go on!" said she. "Tuesday I gave him a rose----"
"Wednesday you gave him your hands to kiss, and yesterday you went alone with him into the baths of Apollo, while your companion waited outside."
"And you saw me?" said she, rising.
He lifted his hands to heaven, and cried, "I swear it!"
"Oh, he swears!"
"Yes. On Tuesday you wore your green dress, moiree, with gold; Wednesday, the dress with great blue and brown leaves; and yesterday, the same dress that you wore when I last kissed your hand. Oh, madame, I am ready to die with grief and shame while I repeat that, on my life, my honor, it was really you!"
"What can I say?" cried the queen dreadfully agitated. "If I swore, he would not believe me."
Charny shook his head.
"Madman!" cried she, "thus to accuse your queen--to dishonor thus an innocent woman! Do you believe me when I swear, by all I hold sacred, that I was not in the park on either of those days after four o'clock?
Do you wish it to be proved by my women--by the king? No; he does not believe me."