"I hoped, madame," said Fouquet, much agitated, "that my love for his majesty, my incessant desire to please him, would serve to compensate the want of etiquette.It was not so much a present that I permitted myself to offer, as the tribute I paid.""Thank you, Monsieur Fouquet," said the king politely, "and I am gratified by your intention, for I love good horses;but you know I am not very rich; you, who are my superintendent of finances, know it better than any one else.I am not able, then, however willing I may be, to purchase such a valuable set of horses."Fouquet darted a haughty glance at the queen-mother, who appeared to triumph at the false position in which the minister had placed himself, and replied: --"Luxury is the virtue of kings, sire: it is luxury which makes them resemble God: it is by luxury they are more than other men.With luxury a king nourishes his subjects, and honors them.Under the mild heat of this luxury of kings springs the luxury of individuals, a source of riches for the people.His majesty, by accepting the gift of these six incomparable horses, would stimulate the pride of his own breeders, of Limousin, Perche, and Normandy, and this emulation would have been beneficial to all.But the king is silent, and consequently I am condemned."During this speech, Louis was, unconsciously, folding and unfolding Mazarin's paper, upon which he had not cast his eyes.At length he glanced upon it, and uttered a faint cry at reading the first line.
"What is the matter, my son?" asked the queen, anxiously, and going towards the king.
"From the cardinal," replied the king, continuing to read;"yes, yes, it is really from him."
"Is he worse, then?"
"Read!" said the king, passing the parchment to his mother, as if he thought that nothing less than reading would convince Anne of Austria of a thing so astonishing as was conveyed in that paper.
Anne of Austria read in turn, and as she read, her eyes sparkled with a joy all the greater from her useless endeavor to hide it, which attracted the attention of Fouquet.
"Oh! a regularly drawn up deed of gift," said she.
"A gift?" repeated Fouquet.
"Yes," said the king, replying pointedly to the superintendent of finances, "yes, at the point of death, monsieur le cardinal makes me a donation of all his wealth.""Forty millions," cried the queen."Oh, my son! this is very noble on the part of his eminence, and will silence all malicious rumors; forty millions scraped together slowly, coming back all in one heap to the treasury! It is the act of a faithful subject and a good Christian." And having once more cast her eyes over the act, she restored it to Louis XIV., whom the announcement of the sum greatly agitated.
Fouquet had taken some steps backwards and remained silent.
The king looked at him, and held the paper out to him, in turn.The superintendent only bestowed a haughty look of a second upon it; then bowing, -- "Yes, sire," said he, "a donation, I see.""You must reply to it, my son," said Anne of Austria; "you must reply to it, and immediately.""But how, madame?"
"By a visit to the cardinal."
"Why, it is but an hour since I left his eminence," said the king.
"Write, then, sire."
"Write!" said the young king, with evident repugnance.
"Well!" replied Anne of Austria, "it seems to me, my son, that a man who has just made such a present has a good right to expect to be thanked for it with some degree of promptitude." Then turning towards Fouquet: "Is not that likewise your opinion, monsieur?""That the present is worth the trouble? Yes madame," said Fouquet, with a lofty air that did not escape the king.
"Accept, then, and thank him," insisted Anne of Austria.
"What says M.Fouquet?" asked Louis XIV.
"Does your majesty wish to know my opinion?""Yes."
"Thank him, sire ---- "
"Ah!" said the queen.
"But do not accept," continued Fouquet.
"And why not?" asked the queen.
"You have yourself said why, madame," replied Fouquet;"because kings cannot and ought not to receive presents from their subjects."The king remained silent between these two contrary opinions.
"But forty millions!" said Anne of Austria, in the same tone as that in which, at a later period, poor Marie Antoinette replied, "You will tell me as much!""I know," said Fouquet, laughing, "forty millions makes a good round sum, -- such a sum as could almost tempt a royal conscience.""But monsieur," said Anne of Austria, "instead of persuading the king not to receive this present, recall to his majesty's mind, you, whose duty it is, that these forty millions are a fortune to him.""It is precisely, madame, because these forty millions would be a fortune that I will say to the king, `Sire, if it be not decent for a king to accept from a subject six horses, worth twenty thousand livres, it would be disgraceful for him to owe a fortune to another subject, more or less scrupulous in the choice of the materials which contributed to the building up of that fortune.'""It ill becomes you, monsieur, to give your king a lesson,"said Anne of Austria; "better procure for him forty millions to replace those you make him lose.""The king shall have them whenever he wishes," said the superintendent of finances, bowing.
"Yes, by oppressing the people," said the queen.
"And were they not oppressed, madame," replied Fouquet, "when they were made to sweat the forty millions given by this deed? Furthermore, his majesty has asked my opinion, Ihave given it; if his majesty ask my concurrence, it will be the same.""Nonsense! accept, my son, accept," said Anne of Austria.
"You are above reports and interpretations.""Refuse, sire," said Fouquet."As long as a king lives, he has no other measure but his conscience, -- no other judge than his own desires; but when dead, he has posterity, which applauds or accuses.""Thank you, mother," replied Louis, bowing respectfully to the queen."Thank you, Monsieur Fouquet," said he, dismissing the superintendent civilly.
"Do you accept?" asked Anne of Austria, once more.
"I shall consider of it," replied he, looking at Fouquet.
