“That at least if your majesty would not have them no one else should.”
“Are you sure it is not for some mistress?”
“I am sure he would rather break it to pieces than see it on any other neck than your own.”
Marie Antoinette reflected, and her expressive countenance showed clearly every thought that passed through her mind. At last she said:
“What M. de Rohan has done is a noble trait of a delicate devotion, and you will thank him for me.”
“You will add, that he has proved to me his friendship, and that I accept it, but not his gift.”
“No, but as a loan. He has advanced his money and his credit to please me, and I will repay him. Bœhmer has asked for money down?”
“That is my quarter’s allowance from the king. I received it this morning; it is in advance, but still I have it.” She rang the bell. Her woman came and wrapped her in warm sheets, and then she dressed herself. Once more alone in her bedroom with Jeanne, she said:
“Open that drawer, and you will see a portfolio.”
“It holds the 100,000 francs—count them.”
“Take them to the cardinal with my thanks; each quarter I will pay the same. In this manner I shall have the necklace which pleased me so much, and if it embarrasses me to pay it, at least it will not hurt the king; and I shall have gained the knowledge that I have a friend who has guessed my wishes.” Then, after a pause, “You will add, countess, that M. de Rohan will be welcome at Versailles to receive my thanks.”
Jeanne went away full of joy and delight.
The cardinal was at home when Madame de la Motte came to his hotel. She had herself announced, and was immediately admitted.
“Ah, countess, you say that with an air that frightens me.”
“You wished me to see the queen, and I have seen her; and that I should speak to her of you whom she has always so much disliked.”
“Say no more, countess, I see she will not overcome her repugnance.”
“Oh! as to that, I spoke of the necklace.”
“And did you dare to say that I wished——”
“Oh, countess, you are sublime; and she listened?”
“Refused to accept it as a gift, but not as a loan.”
“I lend to the queen! countess, it is impossible.”
The cardinal rose and came towards her. “Do not deceive me,” he said.
“One does not play with the affections of a man like you, monseigneur.”