The young reformer intended to study Catherine's face, all the while affecting a natural embarrassment at finding himself in such a place;but his proceedings were much hastened by the eagerness with which the younger queen darted to the cartons to see her surcoat.
"Madame," said Christophe, addressing Catherine.
He turned his back on the other queen and on Dayelle, instantly profiting by the attention the two women were eager to bestow upon the furs to play a bold stroke.
"What do you want of me?" said Catherine giving him a searching look.
Christophe had put the treaty proposed by the Prince de Conde, the plan of the Reformers, and the detail of their forces in his bosom between his shirt and his cloth jacket, folding them, however, within the bill which Catherine owed to the furrier.
"Madame," he said, "my father is in horrible need of money, and if you will deign to cast your eyes over your bill," here he unfolded the paper and put the treaty on the top of it, "you will see that your Majesty owes him six thousand crowns. Have the goodness to take pity on us. See, madame!" and he held the treaty out to her. "Read it; the account dates from the time the late king came to the throne."Catherine was bewildered by the preamble of the treaty which met her eye, but she did not lose her head. She folded the paper quickly, admiring the audacity and presence of mind of the youth, and feeling sure that after performing such a masterly stroke he would not fail to understand her. She therefore tapped him on the head with the folded paper, saying:--"It is very clumsy of you, my little friend, to present your bill before the furs. Learn to know women. You must never ask us to pay until the moment when we are satisfied.""Is that traditional?" said the young queen, turning to her mother-in-law, who made no reply.
"Ah, mesdames, pray excuse my father," said Christophe. "If he had not had such need of money you would not have had your furs at all. The country is in arms, and there are so many dangers to run in getting here that nothing but our great distress would have brought me. No one but me was willing to risk them.""The lad is new to his business," said Mary Stuart, smiling.
It may not be useless, for the understanding of this trifling, but very important scene, to remark that a surcoat was, as the name implies (/sur cotte/), a species of close-fitting spencer which women wore over their bodies and down to their thighs, defining the figure.
This garment protected the back, chest, and throat from cold. These surcoats were lined with fur, a band of which, wide or narrow as the case might be, bordered the outer material. Mary Stuart, as she tried the garment on, looked at herself in a large Venetian mirror to see the effect behind, thus leaving her mother-in-law an opportunity to examine the papers, the bulk of which might have excited the young queen's suspicions had she noticed it.
"Never tell women of the dangers you have run when you have come out of them safe and sound," she said, turning to show herself to Christophe.
"Ah! madame, I have your bill, too," he said, looking at her with well-played simplicity.
The young queen eyed him, but did not take the paper; and she noticed, though without at the moment drawing any conclusions, that he had taken her bill from his pocket, whereas he had carried Queen Catherine's in his bosom. Neither did she find in the lad's eyes that glance of admiration which her presence invariably excited in all beholders. But she was so engrossed by her surcoat that, for the moment, she did not ask herself the meaning of such indifference.
"Take the bill, Dayelle," she said to her waiting-woman; "give it to Monsieur de Versailles (Lomenie) and tell him from me to pay it.""Oh! madame," said Christophe, "if you do not ask the king or monseigneur the grand-master to sign me an order your gracious word will have no effect.""You are rather more eager than becomes a subject, my friend," said Mary Stuart. "Do you not believe my royal word?"The king now appeared, in silk stockings and trunk-hose (the breeches of that period), but without his doublet and mantle; he had, however, a rich loose coat of velvet edged with minever.
"Who is the wretch who dares to doubt your word?" he said, overhearing, in spite of his distance, his wife's last words.
The door of the dressing-room was hidden by the royal bed. This room was afterwards called "the old cabinet," to distinguish it from the fine cabinet of pictures which Henri III. constructed at the farther end of the same suite of rooms, next to the hall of the States-general. It was in the old cabinet that Henri III. hid the murderers when he sent for the Duc de Guise, while he himself remained hidden in the new cabinet during the murder, only emerging in time to see the overbearing subject for whom there were no longer prisons, tribunals, judges, nor even laws, draw his last breath. Were it not for these terrible circumstances the historian of to-day could hardly trace the former occupation of these cabinets, now filled with soldiers. Aquartermaster writes to his mistress on the very spot where the pensive Catherine once decided on her course between the parties.
"Come with me, my friend," said the queen-mother, "and I will see that you are paid. Commerce must live, and money is its backbone.""Go, my lad," cried the young queen, laughing; "my august mother knows more than I do about commerce."Catherine was about to leave the room without replying to this last taunt; but she remembered that her indifference to it might provoke suspicion, and she answered hastily:--"But you, my dear, understand the business of love."Then she descended to her own apartments.
"Put away these furs, Dayelle, and let us go to the Council, monsieur," said Mary to the young king, enchanted with the opportunity of deciding in the absence of the queen-mother so important a question as the lieutenant-generalship of the kingdom.
