CHAPTER IX

To return now to the date from which I started.  On the 6th of August, 1695, Harlay, Arch-bishop of Paris, died of epilepsy at Conflans.  He was a prelate of profound knowledge and ability, very amiable, and of most gallant manners.  For some time past he had lost favour with the King and with Madame de Maintenon, for opposing the declaration of her marriage—­ of which marriage he had been one of the three witnesses.  The clergy, who perceived his fall, and to whom envy is not unfamiliar, took pleasure in revenging themselves upon M. de Paris, for the domination, although gentle and kindly, he had exercised.  Unaccustomed to this decay of his power, all the graces of his mind and body withered.  He could find no resource but to shut himself up with his dear friend the Duchesse de Lesdiguieres, whom he saw every day of his life, either at her own house or at Conflans, where he had laid out a delicious garden, kept so strictly clean, that as the two walked, gardeners followed at a distance, and effaced their footprints with rakes.  The vapours seized the Archbishop, and turned themselves into slight attacks of epilepsy.  He felt this, but prohibited his servants to send for help, when they should see him attacked; and he was only too well obeyed.  The Duchesse de Lesdiguieres never slept at Conflans, but she went there every afternoon, and was always alone with him.  On the 6th of August, he passed the morning, as usual, until dinner-time; his steward came there to him, and found him in his cabinet, fallen back upon a sofa; he was dead.  The celebrated Jesuit-Father Gaillard preached his funeral sermon, and carefully eluded pointing the moral of the event.  The King and Madame de Maintenon were much relieved by the loss of M. de Paris.  Various places he had held were at once distributed.  His archbishopric and his nomination to the cardinalship required more discussion.  The King learnt the news of the death of M. de Paris on the 6th.  On the 8th, in going as usual to his cabinet, he went straight up to the Bishop of Orleans, led him to the Cardinals de Bouillon and de Fursternberg, and said to them:- “Gentlemen, I think you will thank me for giving you an associate like M. d’Orleans, to whom I give my nomination to the cardinalship.”  At this word the Bishop, who little expected such a scene, fell at the King’s feet and embraced his knees.  He was a man whose face spoke at once of the virtue and benignity he possessed.  In youth he was so pious, that young and old were afraid to say afoul word in his presence.  Although very rich, he appropriated scarcely any of his wealth to himself, but gave it away for good works.  The modesty and the simplicity with which M. d’Orleans sustained his nomination, increased the universal esteem in which he was held.