"Sire," replied Mazarin, "I thank you for your good opinion with regard to myself, but we have nothing to do yonder: they are a set of madmen who deny God, and cut off the heads of their kings. They are dangerous, observe, sire, and filthy to the touch after having wallowed in royal blood and covenantal murder. That policy has never suited me, - I scorn it and reject it."
"Therefore you ought to assist in establishing a better."
"What is that?"
"The restoration of Charles II., for example."
"Good heavens!" cried Mazarin, "does the poor prince flatter himself with that chimera?"
"Yes, he does," replied the young king, terrified at the difficulties opposed to this project, which he fancied he could perceive in the infallible eye of his minister; "he only asks for a million to carry out his purpose."
"Is that all - a little million, if you please!" said the cardinal, ironically, with an effort to conquer his Italian accent. "A little million, if you please, brother! Bah! a family of mendicants!"
"Cardinal," said Louis, raising his head, "that family of mendicants is a branch of my family."
"Are you rich enough to give millions to other people, sire? Have you millions to throw away?"
"Oh!" replied Louis XIV., with great pain, which he, however, by a strong effort, prevented from appearing on his countenance; - "oh! yes, monsieur le cardinal, I am well aware I am poor, and yet the crown of France is worth a million, and to perform a good action I would pledge my crown if it were necessary. I could find Jews who would be willing to lend me a million."
"So, sire, you say you want a million?" said Mazarin.
"Yes, monsieur, I say so."
"You are mistaken, greatly mistaken, sire; you want much more than that, - Bernouin! - you shall see, sire, how much you really want."
"What, cardinal!" said the king, "are you going to consult a lackey about my affairs?"
"Bernouin!" cried the cardinal again, without appearing to remark the humiliation of the young prince. "Come here, Bernouin, and tell me the figures I gave you just now."
"Cardinal, cardinal! did you not hear me?" said Louis, turning pale with anger.
"Do not be angry, sire; I deal openly with the affairs of your majesty.
Every one in France knows that; my books are as open as day. What did I tell you to do just now, Bernouin?"
"Your eminence commanded me to cast up an account."
"You did it, did you not?"
"Yes, my lord."
"To verify the amount of which his majesty, at this moment, stands in need. Did I not tell you so? Be frank, my friend."
"Your eminence said so."
"Well, what sum did I say I wanted?"
"Forty-five millions, I think."
"And what sum could we find, after collecting all our resources?"
"Thirty-nine millions two hundred and sixty thousand."
"That is correct, Bernouin; that is all I wanted to know. Leave us now," said the cardinal, fixing his brilliant eye upon the young king, who sat mute with stupefaction.
"However - " stammered the king.
"What, do you still doubt, sire?" said the cardinal. "Well, here is a proof of what I said."
And Mazarin drew from under his bolster the paper covered with figures, which he presented to the king, who turned away his eyes, his vexation was so deep.
"Therefore, as it is a million you want, sire, and that million is not set down here, it is forty-six millions your majesty stands in need of.
Well, I don't think that any Jews in the world would lend such a sum, even upon the crown of France."
The king, clenching his hands beneath his ruffles, pushed away his chair.
"So it must be then!" said he; "my brother the king of England will die of hunger."
"Sire," replied Mazarin, in the same tone, "remember this proverb, which I give you as the expression of the soundest policy: 'Rejoice at being poor when your neighbor is poor likewise.'"
Louis meditated this for a few moments, with an inquisitive glance directed to the paper, one end of which remained under the bolster.
"Then," said he, "it is impossible to comply with my demand for money, my lord cardinal, is it?"
"Absolutely, sire."
"Remember, this will secure me a future enemy, if he succeed in recovering his crown without my assistance."
"If your majesty only fears that, you may be quite at ease," replied Mazarin, eagerly.
"Very well, I say no more about it," exclaimed Louis XIV.
"Have I at least convinced you, sire?" placing his hand upon that of the young king.
"Perfectly."
"If there be anything else, ask it, sire; I shall most happy to grant it to you, having refused this."
"Anything else, my lord?"
"Why yes; am I not devoted body and soul to your majesty? _Hola!
Bernouin! - lights and guards for his majesty! His majesty is returning to his own chamber."
"Not yet, monsieur: since you place your good-will at my disposal, I will take advantage of it."
"For yourself, sire?" asked the cardinal, hoping that his niece was at length about to be named.
"No, monsieur, not for myself," replied Louis, "but still for my brother Charles."
The brow of Mazarin again became clouded, and he grumbled a few words that the king could not catch.
