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"Your majesty overwhelms me with joy," cried the young man, kissing Henri's hand as though he had made him duke, peer, or marshal of France. "Then it is settled?" "On my word as a king and a gentleman." Something like a smile passed over the lips of Du Bouchage; he bowed respectfully to the king and took leave. "What a happy young man," said Henri.
"Madame," said Joyeuse, without any preface, "you are the lady of the Rue des Augustins; that mysterious person with whom my brother, Monsieur le Comte du Bouchage, is so passionately and madly in love." The hospitaliere bowed her head in reply, but did not open her lips.
"Yes, monseigneur." "Do you know what I mean?" "Yes! the unknown lady the relation of M. du Bouchage." "Good; I see that the faro of Brussels and the beer of Louvain have not clouded your intellects." "Oh! no, monseigneur, I am more ingenious than ever." "Then call up all your imagination, and guess." "Well! I guess that your highness is envious."
I wish, since you consult neither the experience of your father, nor the wisdom of your brother the cardinal, to be an elder brother to you. Come, be confiding, and tell me all. I assure you, Du Bouchage, that for everything except death my power and love shall find you a remedy."
Bets were made, too, on the chances of his return. Louis XI. was a very pleasant person when news was brought him that he liked to hear. Commines and Bouchage together had told him about the defeat of Morat and had each received two hundred silver marks. It was a Seigneur de Lude who had the good luck to bring him letters from Craon recounting the battle of Nancy.
The Flemings have broken their dykes!" Henri flew to the house, and knocked furiously at the door. "Open! open!" cried he. No one replied. "Open, Remy!" cried he, furious with terror; "it is I, Henri du Bouchage."
"What foolish joke is this?" "Oh! monseigneur, it is unluckily not a foolish joke, but a sad truth. The treasure is on the first floor, in a room in which I can see light through the door." "Well?" "Well! before this door lies a man, wrapped in a gray cloak." "Oh, oh! M. du Bouchage puts a gendarme at the door of his mistress."
Stay where you are until Monseigneur de Lescun has arrived, and a good piece afterwards, even if you have to play the invalid, and before you depart put our affair in surety if you can, I implore you. And may God, Monseigneur du Bouchage my friend, to whom I pray, and may Nostre Dame de Behuart aid your negotiations.
"Well, Joyeuse, I want your brother." "He, like myself, is at your majesty's service." "Then I may count on him?" "Doubtless." "I wish to send him on a little mission." "Out of Paris?" "Yes." "In that case, it is impossible." "How so?" "Du Bouchage cannot go away just now." The king looked astonished. "What do you mean?" said he. "Sire," said Joyeuse quietly, "it is the simplest thing possible.
"Sinister is the very word," replied Du Bouchage, in a gloomy voice. "Do you believe he is a spy?" "I believe nothing, and yet I believe everything." "See, he is going from the prince's pavilion to the conservatories." "The prince's pavilion is in that direction, then?" inquired Du Bouchage, indicating with his finger the direction from which the stranger appeared to be proceeding.
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