He was wondering whether he was not wasting his time in ingratiating himself with her. He was longing to be back with Anna.
He said to her: “There are certain matters to which I have to attend in Paris. My master, the King of England, is growing impatient to receive you. I think much time would be saved if you travelled to Dieppe in company which I will arrange for you and set out at once. I will conduct with all speed my business in Paris, arrange for a yacht to carry you to England, and I’ll swear I’ll be at Dieppe before you arrive there. Then I can have the great honor of conducting you to England.”
“I consider that an excellent arrangement,” said Louise, who was longing to set out on her journey and fearful, with every passing day, that the King of England might change his mind and, realizing that a young woman who came from Louis’ Court might have been schooled in the arts of espionage, decide that he would be wise to content himself with the ladies of his own Court.
“Then let it be so,” cried Buckingham. “I will inform His Majesty of my plans.”
So it was arranged. Louise travelled to Dieppe; Buckingham lingered in Paris. He wanted to buy clothes, not only for himself, but for Anna.
Paris was always a step ahead of London with the fashions, and Anna would be delighted with what he would bring her.
When Louise arrived in Dieppe—and the journey there from St. Germain had taken two whole weeks—it was to find that Buckingham had not yet arrived.
No one there had heard anything of the yacht which Buckingham had promised to have ready for her. Louise was weary after the journey from St. Germain and at first was not sorry to rest awhile—but not for long. She was fully aware of the importance of the task which lay before her. She had discovered all she could concerning the King of England, and she knew that, once she arrived in England, she would be well received. What terrified her was that, before she had an opportunity of being with the King, he might suggest that she did not cross the Channel.
She knew that Lady Castlemaine would do all in her power to prevent her arrival, and Lady Castlemaine still wielded some power.
So when the days began to pass she grew really alarmed.
Two days—three—a whole week, and there was still no sign of the Duke.
With the coming of the next week she grew frantic. She sent a messenger to Ralph Montague, the ambassador in Paris, and begged to know what she should do.
She waited most anxiously for news. Each time a messenger arrived at her lodgings she would start up in a sweat of trepidation. During those two anxious weeks in Dieppe the continual threat of failure was before her; she imagined herself being sent back to her parents’ home in Finisterre, an ignoble failure, knowing that if she did not go to England there would now be no place for her at the French Court.
She watched the sea, which was rough and choppy, for a sight of the yacht which would come to take her away. Mayhap the weather was too rough for Buckingham to reach her. She clutched at any explanation.
And while she waited there, one of her maids came to tell her that a traveller had arrived from Calais and, hearing that she was awaiting the arrival of the Duke of Buckingham, had news for her if she would care to hear it.
The man was brought in.
“Mademoiselle de Kéroualle,” he began, “I have heard that you are awaiting the arrival of the English Duke. He left Calais more than a week ago.”
“Left Calais! For where?”
“For England.”
“But that is impossible.”
“’Tis true, Mademoiselle.”
“But did he say nothing of calling at Dieppe?”
“He said he was sailing for England. He filled the yacht with presents, which had been given him, and goods which he had bought. He said he hoped to arrive in England very soon as the tide was favorable.”
Louise dismissed the man. She could bear no more. She shut herself into her room, lay on her bed, and pulled the curtains about it.
She knew that she had been deserted. She felt certain now that the King of England had changed his mind, that he had not been serious when he had asked for her to be sent to his Court, that he recognized her coming as the coming of a spy, and had commanded Buckingham to return to England without her.
It was all over—her wonderful dream which was to have saved her from an ignoble future. She should have known; it had been too wonderful, too easy. It was like something that happens only in a dream: To have gone to the Court in the hope that she would be chosen as the mistress of Louis Quatorze, and to have qualified for the same post at the Court of the King of England!
How long could she stay here in this desolate little seaport? Only until her parents sent for her or came to take her home.
There was someone to see her.
She allowed her maid to comb back her hair from her hot face. She did not ask who the visitor was. She did not want to know. She guessed it was her father or someone from him, come to take her to her home, for they would know that the Duke of Buckingham had left without her.
Waiting for her was Ralph Montague, Charles’ ambassador, whom she had often seen in Paris.
He came towards her, took her hand, and kissed it with great ceremony.
“I came with all speed on receiving your message,” he said.
“It was good of you, my lord.”
“Nay,” he said, “’twas my duty. My master would never have forgiven me had I not come in person to offer my assistance.”
“My lord Buckingham did not arrive,” she said. “I have been waiting here for two weeks. I hear now that he left Calais some time ago.”
“Buckingham!” Ralph Montague’s lips curled with disgust. “I offer humble apologies for my countryman, Mademoiselle. I trust you will not judge us all by this one. The Duke is feckless and unreliable. My master will be incensed when he returns without you.”
Louise did not say that his master would doubtless know of his return by now and had done nothing about arranging for her journey.
“I wondered whether he was acting on the King’s instructions.”
“The King is eagerly awaiting your arrival, Mademoiselle.”
“I was led to believe that was so,” said Louise. “But I doubt it now.”
“And still is. Mademoiselle, I have already arranged for a yacht to call here in a few hours’ time. It shall be my pleasure to make these arrangements. My friend, Henry Bennet, Earl of Arlington, will be waiting to receive you when you arrive in England. He and his family will look after you until you are presented to His Majesty. I trust you will give me this great pleasure in arranging your safe conduct.”
The relief was so great that Louise, calm as she habitually was, was almost ready to break into hysterical tears.
She managed to say: “You are very good.”
Montague said: “I will remain here in Dieppe and see you aboard if I have your permission to do so.”
“I shall not forget this kindness,” she replied. And she thought: Nor the churlish behavior of Buckingham. “My lord, have they offered you refreshment?”
“I came straight to you,” said Montague. “I thought my first need was to impress upon you that all Englishmen are not so ungallant.”
“Then will you take some refreshment with me, my lord?”
“It would give me the greatest pleasure,” said Montague.
Montague, as he took refreshment with Louise, was congratulating himself on the folly of Buckingham. What could have possessed the Duke to sail away from France, leaving the King’s potential mistress in the lurch?
Surely Buckingham realized that, if ever Louise came to power, she would never forgive the insult.
He thought he understood, on consideration. His friend Arlington, with Clifford, was inclined towards Catholicism. Buckingham was staunchly Protestant. Buckingham would assess the influence the Catholic Frenchwoman would have on Charles, and mayhap had decided to do all in his power to prevent her arrival in England; so he had left her at Dieppe, hoping that careless Charles would forget her, as indeed it seemed he had. But Arlington, whose protégé Montague was, would hope to benefit from a Catholic mistress’s influence over the King. Therefore it was Montague’s duty to see that Charles had no chance to forget his interest in Catholic Louise.