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I shall never forget what happened to us at the death of the Prince of Vaudemont's son, by which M. de la Rochefoucauld's family came in for a good inheritance. We were at Marly. The King had been stag-hunting. M. de Chevreuse, whom I found when the King was being unbooted, proposed that we should go and pay our compliments to M. de la Rochefoucauld. We went.
Vaudemont returned that evening to London, and found at his lodgings a note from Lord Lilburne, stating that as his gout was now somewhat mitigated, his physician had recommended him to try change of air that Beaufort Court was in one of the western counties, in a genial climate that he was therefore going thither the next day for a short time that he had asked some of Monsieur de Vaudemont's countrymen, and a few other friends, to enliven the circle of a dull country-house that Mr. and Mrs.
Beaufort would be delighted to see Monsieur de Vaudemont also and that his compliance with their invitation would be a charity to Monsieur de Vaudemont's faithful and obliged, LILBURNE. The first sensation of Vaudemont on reading this effusion was delight. "I shall see her," he cried; "I shall be under the same roof!" But the glow faded at once from his cheek; the roof! what roof?
It was all in vain; M. du Maine stammered, and could not be prevailed upon to charge, and so allowed M. de Vaudemont's army to escape, when by a single movement it might have been entirely defeated. All our army was in despair, and officers and soldiers made no scruple of expressing their anger and contempt.
The card-tables were now broken up; Vaudemont's superiority in shooting, and the manner in which he engrossed the talk of the sportsmen, displeased him. He was bored he wanted to be off-and off he went. Beaufort stern, sinister, silent, mysterious like one of the family pictures stepped down from its frame.
The letters of her lover were still long and frequent; hers were briefer and more subdued. But then there was constraint in the correspondence it was submitted to her mother. Whatever might be Vaudemont's manner to Camilla whenever occasion threw them alone together, he certainly did not make his attentions glaring enough to be remarked.
Fanny's heart was on her lips; of this long conference she had understood only the one broad point on which Lilburne had insisted with an emphasis that could have enlightened an infant; and he looked on Beaufort as an infant then On that paper rested Philip Vaudemont's fate happiness if saved, ruin if destroyed; Philip her Philip!
I shall never forget what happened to us at the death of the Prince of Vaudemont's son, by which M. de la Rochefoucauld's family came in for a good inheritance. We were at Marly. The King had been stag-hunting. M. de Chevreuse, whom I found when the King was being unbooted, proposed that we should go and pay our compliments to M. de la Rochefoucauld. We went.
It was all in vain; M. du Maine stammered, and could not be prevailed upon to charge, and so allowed M. de Vaudemont's army to escape, when by a single movement it might have been entirely defeated. All our army was in despair, and officers and soldiers made no scruple of expressing their anger and contempt.
Occupied as her own thoughts and feelings necessarily were with Sidney, there was something in Vaudemont's appearance his manner, his voice which forced upon Camilla a strange and undefined interest; and even Mrs. Beaufort was roused from her customary apathy, as she glanced at that dark and commanding face with something between admiration and fear.
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