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Gertrude appeared to consent, but she asked until the Wednesday that is to-day to decide. Aurilly promised that his master would wait until then. That evening, M. de Monsoreau returned. We told him all, except about you. "'Yes, said he, 'I heard of all this. Then he has a key. 'Can we not change the lock? 'He will get another key. 'Put on bolts? 'He will come with ten men and force the door.
"Do not compromise yourself for that bad man; I know him: he is perfidious, and will not hesitate to betray you." "I know it." "You are my friend, and I wish to put you on your guard." "You must sleep after the dressing of your wound," said Remy. "Yes, my dear doctor. My friend, take a turn in the garden with Madame de Monsoreau." "I am at your orders," replied Bussy. St.
The eyes of these two people met with a look so terrible, that no one could have said which looked most pale and menacing. Aurilly let the mask and his dagger fall, and clasping his hands, cried, "Heavens and earth! Madame de Monsoreau!" "It is a name which you shall repeat no more," cried Remy, seizing him by the girdle and dragging him from his horse.
I should fight well to-day, Remy, for, thanks to you," said he, extending his hand to the young man, "I am very happy." "Stay a moment, however; you will, I hope, deprive yourself of this pleasure. "Good Remy!" "You call me good Remy, because I brought you to see Madame de Monsoreau, but shall you call me so when you are separated from her? and unluckily the day approaches, if it be not come."
But you, the murderer of La Mole and of Coconnas, you killed Bussy, as you have killed, one after another, all your friends. You killed Bussy, not because he was the king's enemy, but because he was the confidant of your secrets. Ah! Monsoreau knew well your reason for this crime." "Cordieu!" cried Crillon, "why am I not king?"
However, he determined not to go out of his palace unless he was well accompanied; therefore the duke went to seek his sword, which was Bussy d'Amboise. For the duke to make up his mind to this step he must have been very much afraid; for since his deception with regard to M. de Monsoreau he had not seen Bussy, and stood in great dread of him.
M. de Guise, I send you a companion you do not want." While Paris was in this ferment, Madame de Monsoreau, escorted by her father and two servants, pursued their way to Meridor. She began to enjoy her liberty, precious to those who have suffered.
"You will learn, by report, ere long, the accident which has happened to M. de Monsoreau; we had together, by the old copse, a discussion on broken-down walls and horses that go home alone. In the heat of the argument, he fell on a bed of poppies and dandelions so hard that he died there. "Your friend for life, "St. Luc.
M. de Monsoreau," said he, "you use your sword very well; you might kill any one but Bussy or me." Monsoreau grew pale. "As for me," continued St. Luc, "the king, who loves me, took the trouble to give me a great many lessons, and showed me, among other things, a thrust, which you shall see presently.
"You were speaking of a chase." "Yes, the prince wishes for one." "Whereabouts is it to be?" "Near Meridor. Will you come with me?" "No, thank you, I do not feel well." "Oh!" cried a voice from behind, "there is M. de Bussy out without permission." "Ah! there is my doctor scolding. Adieu, comte." Bussy went away, and Monsoreau jumped into the saddle.
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