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"I do not say he is gone, I say only that he disappeared last night, and that his best friends do not know where he is," said the king. "Oh!" cried the count, "if I thought so " "Well; what should you do? Besides, what harm if he does talk nonsense to Madame de Monsoreau? He is the gallant of the family, you know." "I am lost!" murmured the count, trying to go away. But Chicot detained him.
When the first preliminaries of etiquette were over, the ambassador said: "Can I speak freely to your majesty?" "You may, monsieur." "Sire, I bring the answer from his Catholic majesty." "An answer," thought Chicot; "then there was a question." "An answer to what?" said Henri. "To your proposals of last month." "Ma foi! I am very forgetful! please to recall to me what they were."
"I remember," said Gorenflot; "he is a little fat man who comes here sometimes and drinks well." "I forget his name," said Borromée. "I know it," said a monk who was standing by. "It is Bussy Leclerc." "Ah! a good sword," said Chicot. Jacques reiterated his request. "I cannot teach you," said Chicot. "I taught myself by reflection and practice; and I advise you to do the same."
All at once a voice rose above all the tumult. "Oh!" said Henri, "I think I hear the voice of Chicot; do you hear, St. Luc? the king is angry." "Yes, sire, it sounds as though he were quarreling with some one." "Go and see what it is, and come back and tell me." As St.
An hour had nearly passed away without our being able to state whether Chicot was engaged in thinking of the unknown lady or Borromée, or whether he was occupied by curiosity or tormented by feelings of remorse, when he fancied he heard the gallop of a horse at the end of the street. Such was indeed the case, for soon after a cavalier, wrapped in his cloak, made his appearance.
Chicot watched Nicolas David into the principal hotel of the place, and then said to Gorenflot, "Go in and bargain for a private room, say that you expect your brother, then come out and wait about for me, and I will come in when it is dark, and you can bring me straight to my room. Do you understand?" "Perfectly."
Chicot saw that they had been laughing at M. d'Anjou, and as he detested him, would willingly have embraced them for it, always excepting M. de Mayenne, and giving his share to his sister. "Let us return to business," said the cardinal, "is all well closed?" "Oh, yes!" said the duchess, "but if you like I will go and see." "Oh, no; you must be tired." "No; it was too amusing."
"Ah! little wretch of a page," murmured Chicot, "you knew this." Chicot looked round him to see if he could find no other way by which he could escape with the assistance of his long legs. At last he saw what he wanted: it was an arched window, of which the glass was broken.
"Look out of the window." "Sire, there are below a dozen of poorly-clothed people." "Ah! they are my poor," said the king, rising. "Your majesty has poor?" "Doubtless; does not God recommend charity? If I am not a Catholic, Chicot, I am a Christian." "Bravo, sire!" "Come, Chicot, we will give alms together, and then go to supper." "Sire, I follow you."
"Not that way, if you please," said Borromée, "the lady is coming up, and she does not wish to meet any one." "You are right," said Chicot, smiling, "I will take the little staircase." "Do you know the way?" "Perfectly." And Chicot went out through a cabinet which led to another room, from which led the secret staircase. The room was full of armor, swords, muskets, and pistols.
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