The Gallery of Saint-Mande.
Fifty persons were waiting for the superintendent.He did not even take the time to place himself in the hands of his valet de chambre for a minute, but from the perron went straight into the premier salon.There his friends were assembled in full chat.The intendant was about to order supper to be served, but, above all, the Abbe Fouquet watched for the return of his brother, and was endeavoring to do the honors of the house in his absence.Upon the arrival of the superintendent, a murmur of joy and affection was heard; Fouquet, full of affability, good humor, and munificence, was beloved by his poets, his artists, and his men of business.His brow, upon which his little court read, as upon that of a god, all the movements of his soul, and thence drew rules of conduct, -- his brow, upon which affairs of state never impressed a wrinkle, was this evening paler than usual, and more than one friendly eye remarked that pallor.Fouquet placed himself at the head of the table, and presided gayly during supper.He recounted Vatel's expedition to La Fontaine, related the history of Menneville and the skinny fowl to Pellisson, in such a manner that all the table heard it.A tempest of laughter and jokes ensued, which was only checked by a serious and even sad gesture from Pellisson.The Abbe Fouquet, not being able to comprehend why his brother should have led the conversation in that direction, listened with all his ears, and sought in the countenance of Gourville, or in that of his brother, an explanation which nothing afforded him.
Pellisson took up the matter: -- "Did they mention M.
Colbert, then?" said he.
"Why not?" replied Fouquet; "if true, as it is said to be, that the king has made him his intendant?" Scarcely had Fouquet uttered these words, with a marked intention, than an explosion broke forth among the guests.
"The miser!" said one.
"The mean, pitiful fellow!" said another.
"The hypocrite!" said a third.
Pellisson exchanged a meaning look with Fouquet.
"Messieurs," said he, "in truth we are abusing a man whom no one knows: it is neither charitable nor reasonable; and here is monsieur le surintendant, who, I am sure, agrees with me.""Entirely," replied Fouquet."Let the fat fowls of M.
Colbert alone; our business to-day is with the faisans truffes of M.Vatel." This speech stopped the dark cloud which was beginning to throw its shade over the guests.
Gourville succeeded so well in animating the poets with the vin de Joigny; the abbe, intelligent as a man who stands in need of his host's money, so enlivened the financiers and the men of the sword, that, amidst the vapors of this joy and the noise of conversation, inquietudes disappeared completely.The will of Cardinal Mazarin was the text of the conversation at the second course and dessert; then Fouquet ordered bowls of sweetmeats and fountains of liquors to be carried into the salon adjoining the gallery.He led the way thither conducting by the hand a lady, the queen, by his preference, of the evening.The musicians then supped, and the promenades in the gallery and the gardens commenced, beneath a spring sky, mild and flower-scented.Pellisson then approached the superintendent, and said: "Something troubles monseigneur?""Greatly," replied the minister, "ask Gourville to tell you what it is." Pellisson, on turning round, found La Fontaine treading upon his heels.He was obliged to listen to a Latin verse, which the poet had composed upon Vatel.La Fontaine had, for an hour, been scanning this verse in all corners, seeking some one to pour it out upon advantageously.He thought he had caught Pellisson, but the latter escaped him;he turned towards Sorel, who had, himself, just composed a quatrain in honor of the supper, and the Amphytrion.La Fontaine in vain endeavored to gain attention to his verses;Sorel wanted to obtain a hearing for his quatrain.He was obliged to retreat before M.le Comte de Chanost whose arm Fouquet had just taken.L'Abbe Fouquet perceived that the poet, absent-minded, as usual, was about to follow the two talkers, and he interposed.La Fontaine seized upon him, and recited his verses.The abbe, who was quite innocent of Latin, nodded his head, in cadence, at every roll which La Fontaine impressed upon his body, according to the undulations of the dactyls and spondees.While this was going on, behind the confiture-basins, Fouquet related the event of the day to his son-in-law, M.de Chanost."We will send the idle and useless to look at the fireworks," said Pellisson to Gourville, "whilst we converse here.""So be it," said Gourville, addressing four words to Vatel.
The latter then led towards the gardens the major part of the beaux, the ladies and the chatterers, whilst the men walked in the gallery, lighted by three hundred wax-lights, in the sight of all; the admirers of fireworks all ran away towards the garden.Gourville approached Fouquet, and said:
"Monsieur, we are here."
"All!" said Fouquet.
