Soundtrack:
Étienne Nicolas Méhul - La Chasse de Jeune Henri
*exterior* *a woodland glade* *we see Henri is deer-stalking* *he raises the gun and takes aim at the deer*
*exterior* *Palais de la Galazière at Saint-Diê-de-Vosges* *we see Henri returning across the palace's formal gardens with the deer carcass slung across the back of his horse* *he's whistling
Rantin' Rovin' Robin [1]*
*we see several gentlemen out on the "terrace" smoking, playing cards and discussing politics* *clearly this is the post meal "retreat to a cloud of smoke and congratulate themselves on being masters of the universe" place* *among the men in question are "Monty" Bonaparte, the king of Westphalia's son, Henri's secretory, Fritz, marquis de Talhouët, the duke of Seville, Maurice Sand [2], the Comte d'Orsay [3] and sculptor, Émilien de Nieuwerkerke [4]*
*the men are laughing, joking, clearly enjoying themselves*
Henri: *saunters over* *leans over Seville's shoulder* *loudly* you don't want to lose the house with a pair of twos, Enrique. What
would your wife say?
*other men burst out laughing as Henri sits down and they "deal him in"*
Monty: likely the same thing most of the deputies in the chambres will say to Madame Deroin
Henri: who's Madame Deroin?
Seville: a seamstress who then became a schoolteacher. Nowadays the editor of the newspaper,
Le Femme Libre.
Henri: *sarcastically* now that you've caught me up on her biography, why will the chambres say anything to her. *to Maurice* I don't recall anyone saying anything when your mother started publishing.
Maurice: even Mother thinks she's crazy. Wanting to stand for election to the chambers. Mother calls her Aristophanes'
lone assemblywoman [5]
Fritz: *muses* still, if she defeats that madman Proudhon, it'll hopefully be enough to silence him
*Henri's "almost twin" lookalike brother, Charles Oreille de Carrière emerges onto the terrace*
Charles: your Royal Highness, the man from Xertigny is here to see you.
Henri: *grudgingly climbing to his feet with a sigh*
*cut to Henri sitting in a salon with Charles and his wife, Marie Jeanne Eustachine d'Osmond [6] when a man is shown in*
Usher: Monsieur Alexis Lallemand, your Royal Highness.
Henri: *as Lallemand bows* no relation of the generals, I presume?
Lallemand: not that we are aware, sir.
Henri: you were the mayor of *pauses* Xertigny, weren't you?
Lallemand: I resigned in protest just after your grandfather was deposed, sir [7].
Henri: you disagreed with the duc d'Orléans' policies?
Lallemand: more like his policies disagreed with the town.
Henri: *nods* and you have lost interest in politics?
Lallemand: shall we say, your Royal Highness, that I doubt I ever possessed sufficient interest in them to start with. I made the mistake of confusing the job of a politician with that of someone who wanted to
help people.
Henri: *chuckles*
Lallemand: I was rather surprised by your Royal Highness' summons though. Given my retirement from politics.
Henri: I do not wish to discuss politics with you, Monsieur Lallemand. I wish to talk business.
Lallemand: *relaxes* *seems more comfortable*
Henri: when we were passing through Épinal we heard that you are building some new hostels for your workers at your steelmill?
Lallemand: at Uzemains, sir. The old dormitories were built in your great-uncle's reign [8] and they're too small.
Henri: *nods* we'd like to pay them a visit when we return to Paris.
Lallemand: *looks surprised* at Uzemains?
Henri: that's in France is it not?
Lallemand: of course.
Henri: and will we not
be king of France?
Lallemand: of course
Henri: then why is it so surprising?
Lallemand: it is simp- we await your arrival with the eagerness of your most loyal subjects, sir.
Henri: good.
Marie-Jeanne d'Osmond: perhaps you would, if you will, Monsieur Lallemand, care to explain the reports I heard of another business venture of yours...in Xertigny?
Lallemand: *looks surprised*
Marie-Jeanne: when my brother was killed in the war, my mother ensured that I received an education and understanding of a steelmill as well as finances, Monsieur
Lallemand: *nervously* very well, Madame la Comtesse, my plan is to build a factory- at Xertigny- for the refining of cast iron and the extraction of iron from scrap metal.
Henri: and there is a profit in this?
Lallemand: of course, sir
Charles: but there is- I couldn't help notice- no railways to either Xertigny or to Uzemains. A country road.
Lallemand: and a bad one at that, Monsieur le Comte.
Marie-Jeanne: I would like to put up half of the capital for you to be able to build this refinery. -conditional, of course, on that Caroillon-Destillières en Cie will receive repayment in kind in the refined product?
Lallemand: you would take such a risk, Madame?
Marie-Jeanne: are you refusing or implying that I'm a fool for wanting to establish a relationship a blind person could see would be mutually beneficial? You need a backer for your mill, I have the funds. After which, I have an ironworks and you have the iron...I hardly understand what is so foolish about that?
Henri: *thoughtfully* about as foolish as Madame Deroin wanting to become a deputy.[9]
*cut to Cologne* *early evening* *a man in a long black overcoat and a top-hat stops outside of the door to a house* *he glances around to make sure the street is deserted, then knocks* *a woman opens the door*
Woman: can I help you?
Man: Madame Ramboz?
Woman: ja?
Man: *hands over package, wrapped in brown paper* for you and your husband. *walks away*
Woman: *frowns in confusion as she closes the door* *looks at the package* *then half climbs the stairs* Karl! *some muffled response* Karl!
*a head pokes over the railing* *it's Karl Marx [10]
Woman a.k.a Jenny von Westphalen: you can come out now. He brought you a package.
Karl Marx: it's not ticking is it?
Jenny: it didn't rattle when I shook it either. *passes package up to him*
Karl: *holds the box to his ear* *then shakes it* *nothing* *shrugs* *unties the package* it's a box.
Jenny: *sarcastically* I couldn't have guessed that from the shape.
Karl: *opens it* *turns it around to show her* *its a silver dinner service* *with the Campbell arms on[11]*
Jenny: *in slack jawed astonishment as she takes the box from him* *sits down on the stairs and touches each piece tenderly*
Karl: *reading card* Thought you would like this back. H
*fade to black*
[1] gee, I wonder what the significance is? The poem was written by Robert Burns at age 27 (until end of September 1848, Henri's still 27), reflecting on a midwife prophesying at his birth. I'm not gonna quote stanzas 3-5 here, mostly because Burns still wrote them in Scots English, and the translations differ according to the source consulted. Essentially, the midwife predicts that he'll be a sturdy lad. He'"will be nae coof (fool)". He'll have misfortunes great and small, but always rise above them, and be a credit to all. It ends with a final prediction that though he'll have his faults, there are twenty worse that he
could have. As for the "rovin'", well, for his age, Henri's done his fair share of that in his life.
[2] son of George Sand
[3] Orsay's in an interesting space. He's a die-hard Bonapartist, but given that most of the Bonapartes are in French royal service, he's at a bit of a loose-end.
[4] believe it or not, despite being Mathilde Bonaparte's lover for most of his life, he was actually not only a legitimist but close personal friends with the comte de Chambord. Indeed, it was while accompanying Henri on a trip to Italy OTL that he
met Mathilde
[5] Jeanne Deroin really
was the first woman to stand for elective office in France. George Sand
did oppose her doing so, calling her some rather unflattering things. Which is ironic, when one considers that, take her Fourierist socialism away, and Deroin is practically George Sand. Anarchist founder Proudhon was a chief opponent of Deroin. But given the fact that there are nearly a dozen or so names of women who were either directly involved in the 1848 fighting or encouraged it- they even tried to mount opposition to Napoléon III's coup in 1852- and that women getting the right to vote had been one of the things hoped for...her wanting to stand for election isn't that odd, even if seemingly eccentric.
[6] daughter and heiress of the 5e marquis d'Osmond. Osmond was lifelong friends with the duc d'Angoulême, his wife with the duchesse de Berri. Plus, through her mother, Marie Jeanne is also heiress to the Caroillon-Destillières ironworks fortune and several chateaux. Thus, Charles will be in line for both a title and a fortune without it having to cost the crown a cent or further alienate lands to settle on a royal bastard
[7] actually only in 1833, but what difference does a year or two make?
[8] 1823, according to what I can find
[9] Henri was pro-women's rights OTL as well. In fact, he was even invited to speak at a suffragette rally in England that was attended by a young Emmeline Pankhurst and her mother.
[10] Monsieur Ramboz was one of his aliases he used, particularly in Paris
[11] This was part of Jenny's dowry and Marx had to pawn this dinner service in 1848 as surety for a loan to meet the debts of his publication,
Neue Rheinische Zeitung.