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could　scarcely　stand；　and　was　dragged；　almost　carried；　to　the　carriage；
all　trembling。

The　King　arrived　at　Saint　Cloud　before　three　o'clock　in　the　morning。
Monsieur　had　not　had　a　moment's　consciousness　since　his　attack。　　A　ray　of
intelligence　came　to　him　for　an　instant；　while　his　confessor；　Pere　du
Trevoux；　went　to　say　mass；　but　it　returned　no　more。　　The　most　horrible
sights　have　often　ridiculous　contrasts。　　When　the　said　confessor　came
back；　he　cried；　〃Monsieur；　do　you　not　know　your　confessor？　　Do　you　not
know　the　good　little　Pere　du　Trevoux；　who　is　speaking　to　you？〃　and　thus
caused　the　less　afflicted　to　laugh　indecently。

The　King　appeared　much　moved；　naturally　he　wept　with　great　facility；　he
was；　therefore；　all　tears。　　He　had　never　had　cause　not　to　love　his
brother　tenderly；　although　on　bad　terms　with　him　for　the　last　two　months；
these　sad　moments　recalled　all　his　tenderness；　perhaps；　too；　he
reproached　himself　for　having　hastened　death　by　the　scene　of　the　morning。
And　finally；　Monsieur　was　younger　than　he　by　two　years；　and　all　his　life
had　enjoyed　as　good　health　as　he；　and　better！　　The　King　heard　mass　at
Saint　Cloud；　　and；　towards　eight　o'clock　in　the　morning；　Monsieur　being
past　all　hope；　Madame　de　Maintenon　and　Madame　la　Duchesse　de　Bourgogne
persuaded　the　King　to　stay　no　longer；　and　accordingly　returned　with　him
in　his　carriage　to　Marly。　　As　he　was　going　out　and　was　showing　some　sign
of　affection　to　M。　de　Chartresboth　weeping　very　muchthat　young　Prince
did　not　fail　to　take　advantage　of　the　opportunity。　　〃Oh　Sire！〃　he
exclaimed；　embracing　the　King's　thighs；　〃what　will　become　of　me？　　I　lose
Monsieur；　and　I　know　that　you　do　not　like　me。〃　　The　King；　surprised　and
much　touched；　embraced　him；　and　said　all　the　tender　things　he　could。

On　arriving　at　Marly；　the　King　went　with　the　Duchesse　de　Bourgogne　to
Madame　de　Maintenon。　　Three　hours　after　came　M。　Fagon；　who　had　been
ordered　not　to　leave　Monsieur　until　he　was　dead　or　betterwhich　could
not　be　but　by　miracle。　　The　King　said；　as　soon　as　he　saw　him：　〃Well！
M。　Fagon；　my　brother　is　dead？〃〃Yes；　Sire；〃　said　Fagon；　〃no　remedy　has
taken　effect。〃

The　King　wept　a　good　deal。　　He　was　pressed　to　dine　with　Madame　de
Maintenon；　but　he　would　not　do　so；　and　had　his　dinner；　as　usual；　with　the
ladies。　　The　tears　often　ran　down　his　cheek；　during　the　meal；　which　was
short。　　After　this；　he　shut　himself　up　in　Madame　de　Maintenon's　rooms
until　seven　o'clock；　and　then　took　a　turn　in　his　garden。　　Afterwards　he
worked　with　Chamillart　and　Pontchartrain；　and　arranged　all　the　funeral
ceremonies　of　Monsieur。　　He　supped　an　hour　before　his　customary　time；　and
went　to　bed　soon　afterwards。

At　the　departure　from　St。　Cloud　of　the　King；　all　the　crowd　assembled
there　little　by　little　withdrew；　so　that　Monsieur　dying；　stretched　upon　a
couch　in　his　cabinet；　remained　exposed　to　the　scullions　and　the　lower
officers　of　the　household；　the　majority　of　whom；　either　by　affection　or
interest；　were　much　afflicted。　　The　chief　officers　and　others　who　lost
posts　and　pensions　filled　the　air　with　their　cries；　whilst　all　the　women
who　were　at　Saint　Cloud；　and　who　lost　their　consideration　and　their
amusement；　ran　here　and　there；　crying；　with　dishevelled　hair；　like
Bacchantes。　　The　Duchesse　de　la　Ferme；　who　had　basely　married　her
daughter　to　one　of　Monsieur's　minions；　named　La　Carte；　came　into　the
cabinet；　and；　whilst　gazing　on　the　Prince；　who　still　palpitated　there；
exclaimed；　giving　vent　to　her　profound　reflections；　〃Pardi！　　Here　is　a
daughter　well　married！〃

〃A　very　important　matter！〃　cried　Chatillon；　who　himself　lost　everything
by　this　death。　　〃Is　this　a　moment　to　consider　whether　your　daughter　is
well　married　or　not？〃

Madame；　who　had　never　had　great　affection　or　great　esteem　for　Monsieur；
but　who　felt　her　loss　and　her　fall；　meanwhile　remained　in　her　cabinet；
and　in　the　midst　of　her　grief　cried　out；　with　all　her　might；　〃No　convent！
Let　no　one　talk　of　a　convent！　　I　will　have　nothing　to　do　with　a　convent！〃
The　good　Princess　had　not　lost　her　judgment。　　She　knew　that；　by　her
compact　of　marriage；　she　had　to　choose；　on　becoming　a　widow；　between　a
convent　and　the　chateau　of　Montargis。　　She　liked　neither　alternative；　but
she　had　greater　fear　of　the　convent　than　of　Montargis；　and　perhaps
thought　it　would　be　easier　to　escape　from　the　latter　than　the　former。
She　knew　she　had　much　to　fear　from　the　King；　although　she　did　not　yet
know　all；　and　although　he　had　been　properly　polite　to　her；　considering
the　occasion。

Next　morning；　Friday；　M。　de　Chartres；　came　to　the　King；　who　was　still　in
bed；　and　who　spoke　to　him　in　a　very　friendly　manner。　　He　said　that　the
Duke　must　for　the　future　regard　him　as　his　father；　that　he　would　take
care　of　his　position　and　his　interests；　that　he　had　forgotten　all　the
little　causes　of　anger　he　had　had　against　him；　that　he　hoped　the　Duke
would　also　forget　them；　that　he　begged　that　the　advances　of　friendship　he
made；　might　serve　to　attach　him　to　him；　and　make　their　two　hearts　belong
to　one　another　again。　　It　may　easily　be　conceived　how　well　M。　de　Chartres
answered　all　this。




CHAPTER　XXII

After　such　a　frightful　spectacle　as　had　been　witnessed；　so　many　tears　and
so　much　tenderness；　nobody　doubted　that　the　three；　days　which　remained　of
the　stay　at　Marly　would　be　exceedingly　sad。　　But；　on　the　very　morrow　of
the　day　on　which　Monsieur　died；　some　ladies　of　the　palace；　upon　entering
the　apartments　of　Madame　de　Maintenon；　where　was　the　King　with　the
Duchesse　de　Bourgogne；　about　twelve　o'clock；　heard　her　from　the　chamber
where　they　were；　next　to　hers；　singing　opera　tunes。　　A　little　while
after；　the　King；　seeing　the　Duchesse　de　Bourgogne　very　sad　in　a　corner　of
the　room；　asked　Madame　de　Maintenon；　with　surprise；　why　the　said　Duchess
was　so　melancholy；　set　himself　to　work　to　rouse　her；　then　played　with　her
and　some　ladies　of　the　palace　he　had　called　in　to　join　in　the　sport。
This　was　not　all。　　Before　rising　from　the　dinner　table；　at　a　little　after
two　o'clock；　and　twenty…six　hours　after　the　death　of　Monsieur；
Monseigneur　the　Duc　de　Bourgogne　asked　the　Duc　de　Montfort　if　he　would
play　at　brelan。

〃At　brelan！〃　cried　Montfort；　in　extreme　astonishment；　〃you　cannot　mean
it！　　Monsieur　is　still　warm。〃

〃Pardon　me；〃　replied　the　Prince；　〃I　do　mean　it　though。　　The　King　does　not
wish　that　we　should　be　dull　here　at　Marly；　and　has　ordered　me　to　make
everybody　play；　and；　for　fear　that　nobody　should　dare　to　begin；　to　set；
myself；　the　example；〃　and　with　this　he　began　to　play　at　brelan；　and　the
salon　was　soon　filled　with　gaming　tables。

Such　was　the　affection　of　the　King：　such　that　of　Madame　de　Maintenon！
She　felt　the　loss　of　Monsieur　as　a　deliverance；　and　could　scarcely
restrain　her　joy；　and　it　was　with　the　greatest　difficulty　she　succeeded
in　putting　on　a　mournful　countenance。　　She　saw　that　the　King　was　already
consoled；　nothing　could　therefore　be　more　becoming　than　for　her　to　divert
him；　and　nothing　suited　her　better　than　to　bring　things　back　into　their
usual　course；　so　that　there　might　be　no　more　talk　of　Monsieur　nor　of
affliction。　　For　propriety　of　appearance　she　cared　nothing。　　The　thing
could　not　fail；　however；　to　be　scandalous；　and　in　whispers　was　found　so。
Monseigneur；　though　he　had　appeared　to　like　Monsieur；　who　had　given　him
all　sorts　of　balls　and　amusements；　and　shown　him　every　kind　of　attention
and　complaisance；　went　out　wolf　hunting　the　very　day　after　his　death；
and；　upon　his　return；　finding　play　going　on　in　the　salons；　went　without
hesitation　and　played　himself　like　the　rest。　　Monseigneur　le　Duc　de
Bourgogne　and　M。　le　Duc　de　Berry　only　saw　Monsieur　on　public　occasions；
and　therefore　could　not　be　much　moved　by　his　loss。　　But　Madame　la
Duchesse　was　extremely　touched　by　this　event。　　He　was　her　grandfather；
and　she　tenderly　loved　her　mother；　who　loved　Monsieur；　and　Monsieur　had
always　been　very　kind　to　her；　and　provided　all　kinds　of　diversion　for
her。　　Although　not　very　loving　to　anybody；　she　loved　Monsieur；　and　was
much　affected　not　to　dare　to　show　her　grief；　which　she　indulged　a　long
time　in　private。　　What　the　grief　of　Madame　was　has　already　been　seen。

As　for　M。　de　Chartres；　he　was　much　affected　by　his　loss。　　The　father　and
son　loved　each　other　extremely。　　Monsieur　was　a　gentle　and　indulgent
parent；　who　had　never　constrained　his　son。　　But　if　the　Duke's　heart　was
touched；　his　reason　also　was。　　Besides　the　great　assistance　it　was　to　him
to　have　a　father；　brother　of　the　King；　that　father　was；　as　it　were；
a　barrier　between　him　and　the　King；　under　whose　hand　he　now　found　himself
directly　placed。　　His　greatness；　his　consideration；　the　comfort　of　his
house　and　his　life；　would；　therefore；　depend　on　him　alone。　　Assiduity；
propriety　of　conduct；　a　certain　manner；　and；　above　all；　a　very　different
deportment　towards　his　wife；　would　now　become　the　price　of　everything　he
could　expect　to　obtain　from　the　King。　　Madame　la　Duchesse　de　Chartres；
although　well　treated　by　Monsieur；　was　glad　to　be　delivered　from　him；　for
he　was　a　barrier　betwixt　her　and　the　King；　that　left　her　at　the　mercy　of
her　husband。　　She　was　charmed　to　be　quit　of　the　duty　of　following
Monsieur　to　Paris　or　Saint　Cloud；　where　she　found　herself；　as　it　were；　in
a　foreign　country；　with　faces　which　she　never　saw　anywhere　else；　which
did　not　make　her　welcome；　and　where　she　was　exposed　to　the　contempt　and
humour　of　Madame；　who　little　spared　her。　　She　expected　for　the　future
never　to　leave　the　Court；　and　to　be　not　only　exempt　from　paying　her　court
to　Monsieur；　but　that　Madame　and　her　husband　would　for　the　future　be
obliged　to　treat　her　in　quite　another　manner。

The　bulk　of　the　Court　regretted　Monsieur；　for　it　was　he　who　set　all
pleasure　a…going；　and　when　he　left　it；　life　and　merriment　seemed　to　have
disappeared　likewise。　　Setting　aside　his　obstinacy　with　regard　to　the
Princes；　he　loved　the　order　of　rank；　preferences；　and　distinctions：　he
caused　them　to　be　observed　as　much　as　possible；　and　himself　set　the
example。　　He　loved　great　people；　and　was　so　affable　and　polite；　that
crowds　came　to　him。　　The　difference　which　he　knew　how　to　make；　and　which
he　never　failed　to　make；　between　every　one　according　to　his　position；
contributed　greatly　to　h