with orders?"
"Most strict, apparently."
"Diable! we must capitulate."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Offer him money."
"I have already done so, and he has refused it."
"Offer him promotion."
"I have offered that also, but he would not listen."
"Then there is but one way."
"What?"
"To make a noise."
"My dear Charles, you will compromise us."
"Not the least in the world; you keep in the background, I will knock like thunder, and shout like a madman; they will open at last, and you can slide in with me."
"Try, then."
The young prince began calling Laurent, knocking at the door and striking with his sword, till at last the Swiss said, "Ah, well! I will call my officer."
"Go and call him, that is just what I want."
They soon heard other steps approaching. The queen and Andrée kept close, ready to slip in if the door should open; then they heard the Swiss say, "It is a gentleman, lieutenant, who insists on coming in."
"Well, I suppose that is not astonishing, as we belong to the castle," said the count.
"It is no doubt a natural wish, but a forbidden one," replied the officer.
"Forbidden – by whom? morbleu!"
"By the king."
"But the king would not wish an officer of the castle to sleep outside."
"Sir, I am not the judge of that; I have only to obey orders."
"Come, lieutenant, open the door; we cannot talk through this oak."
"Sir, I repeat to you that my orders are to keep it shut; and if you are an officer, as you say, you know that I must obey."
"Lieutenant, you speak to the colonel of a regiment."
"Excuse me, then, colonel, but my orders are positive."
"But they cannot concern a prince. Come, sir, a prince cannot be kept out."
"My prince, I am in despair, but the king has ordered – "
"The king has ordered you to turn away his brother like a beggar or a robber? I am the Comte d'Artois, sir. Mordieu! you keep me here freezing at the door."
"Monseigneur, God is my witness that I would shed my blood for your royal highness. But the king gave me his orders in person, and confiding to me the charge of this door, ordered me not to open to any one, should it be even himself, after eleven o'clock. Therefore, monseigneur, I ask your pardon humbly for disobeying you, but I am a soldier, and were it her majesty the queen who asked admittance, I should be forced most unwillingly to refuse."
Having said this, the officer turned away and left the place.
"We are lost," said the queen.
"Do they know that you are out?" asked the count.
"Alas, I know not!"
"Perhaps, then, this order is leveled against me; the king knows I often go out at night, and stay late. Madame la Comtesse d'Artois must have heard something, and complained to him, and hence this tyrannical order."
"Ah, no, brother, I thank you for trying to reassure me, but I feel that it is against me these precautions are taken."
"Impossible, sister! the king has too much esteem – "
"Meanwhile, I am left at the door, and to-morrow a frightful scandal will be the result. I know well I have an enemy near the king."
"It is possible; however, I have an idea."
"What? only be quick. If you can but save us from the ridicule of this position, it is all I care for."
"Oh, I will save you; I am not more foolish than he, for all his learning."
"Than whom?"
"Ah, pardieu, the Comte de Provence."
"Ah, then, you also know my enemy."
"Is he not the enemy of all that are young and beautiful, of all who are better than himself?"
"Count, I believe you know something about this order."
"Perhaps, but do not let us stop here. Come with me, dear sister."
"Where?"
"You shall see, somewhere where at least you will be warm, and en route I will tell you all I know about this. Take my arm, sister, and you the other, Madlle. de Taverney, and let us turn to the right."
"Well, but now go on," said the queen.
"This evening after the king's supper, he came to his cabinet. He had been talking all day to Count Haga, you had not been seen – "
"No, at two o'clock I left to go to Paris."
"I know it. The king, allow me to tell you, dear sister, was thinking no more about you than about Haroun-al-Raschid, or his Vizier Giaffar, and was talking geography. I listened with some impatience, for I also wanted to go out; probably not with the same object as you."
"Where are we going?" interrupted the queen.
"Oh, close by; take care, there is a snow-heap. Madlle. de Taverney, if you leave my arm you will certainly fall. But to return to the king: he was thinking of nothing but latitude and longitude, when M. de Provence said to him, 'I should like to pay my respects to the queen.'
"'The queen sups at home,' replied the king.
"'Oh, I believed her at Paris.'
"'No, she is at home,' said the king, quietly.
"'I have just come from there, and been denied to her,' said M. de Provence.
"Then I saw the king frown. He dismissed us, and doubtless went to make inquiries. Louis is jealous by fits, you know; he must have asked to see you, and being refused, become suspicious."
"Yes, Madame de Misery had orders to do so."
"Then, to know whether you were out or not, he has given these strict orders."
"Oh, it is shameful treatment. Confess, is it not?"
"Indeed, I think so; but here we are."
"This house?"
"Does it displease you?"
"No, I do not say that – it is charming. But your servants?"
"Well!"
"If they see me."
"Come
