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Light the match, Rene." At this moment, just as the prince was about to seek his hiding-place, leaving his companion to knock at the door, Aurilly touched his arm. "Well, monsieur, what is it?" asked the prince. "Come away, monseigneur, come." "Why so?" "Do you not see something shining there to the left?" "I see a spark among that heap of stones." "It is the match of a musket, or arquebuse."
But where is monseigneur? I thought you were with him." "I have an audience with him, but Schomberg comes first." "What! M. de Schomberg, also!" "Oh! mon Dieu; yes. The king settled all that. He is in the next room. Enter, M. Aurilly, and remind the prince that we are waiting for him."
Bussy turned his head to look at the man who laughed at such a time, and at the same instant an arquebuse was discharged into his breast. "Cursed assassin! oh, Diana!" murmured he, and fell back dead. "Is he dead?" cried several men who, after forcing the door, appeared at the windows. "Yes," said Aurilly.
Your highness has not seen a woman's face for fifteen mortal days. I do not speak of the kind of animals who live here; they are males and females, but do not deserve to be called men and women." "I must see this lady, Aurilly." "Well, monseigneur, you may see her; but not through the door." "So be it; then I will see her through the window."
The litter was got ready, and, drawn by two stout horses, it was soon at the Hotel d'Anjou. The duke and Aurilly had so recently come in that their horses were not unsaddled. Monsoreau, who had the entree, appeared on the threshold just as the duke, after having thrown his hat on a chair, was holding out his boots to a valet to pull off.
"All the more reason, my friend, for accepting the help and support of an honest companion; besides, as I told you just now, I speak on the part of a master who must inspire you with confidence." "Assuredly, monsieur," replied Remy, who, however, still moved back. "You quit me," said Aurilly. "I must consult my mistress; I can decide nothing, you understand."
"Dear M. Aurilly," said D'Epernon, still arranging his mustachois, "how are you?" "Be so kind as to bring me here your little dagger," said Maugiron. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, do you not remember where you are?" "Yes, yes, my dear Orpheus, that is why I ask for your dagger; you see M. le Duc has none."
He tried to peep through the windows, but there were always thick curtains drawn, or if none were there, cloaks were hung up to supply their place. Neither questions, nor attempts at corruption, succeeded with Remy, who always declared that his mistress's will was his. "But these precautions are, then, taken only on my account?" said Aurilly. "No, for everybody."
"No one; but M. du Bouchage, when he left, recommended to my care the person whom I accompany, and never spoke of you." "He only saw me after he left you." "Falsehoods, monsieur; falsehoods." Aurilly drew himself up Remy looked like an old man. "You speak in a singular tone, my good man," said he, frowning; "take care, you are old, and I am young; you are feeble, and I am strong."
At this moment they were interrupted by Aurilly, who had taken a cross-road and come suddenly upon them, in the hope of surprising some words of their conversation. The sudden silence which followed his arrival proved to him that he was in the way, and he therefore rode behind them.
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