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Updated: May 18, 2025
"Your highness wished to make me understand that perhaps Mademoiselle de Meridor was not dead, and that therefore those who believed themselves her murderers might be free from remorse." "Oh, monsieur, you have taken your time before making this consoling reflection to me.
"I have two horses of a chosen race; I leave the village on one, stopping to look at all the signs and writings, but when out of sight my horse takes to a gallop, which brings him the four miles in half an hour. Once in the wood of Meridor I ride to the park wall, but it is very long, for the park is large.
I had only to reproach him with the death of a doe, a very light crime for a hunter. I then turned towards him. 'Well? said he. 'Monsieur, I have read my father's letter, it tells me you will take me from hence, but it does not tell me where you will take me. 'Where the baron waits for you. 'And where is that? 'In the castle of Meridor. 'Then I shall see my father? 'In two hours.
But Bussy instead of replying to this, advanced to M. de Meridor. "M. le Baron," said he, "will you grant me the honor of a private interview?" "Listen to M. de Bussy, dear seigneur," said Jeanne; "you will see that he is good and may help you." "Speak, monsieur," said the baron, trembling. Bussy turned to St. Luc and his wife, and said: "Will you permit me?"
"Doubtless," said Jeanne, who was completely ignorant of the events of the last two months; "but have you never heard of the Baron de Meridor, one of the richest noblemen in France, and of " "Of what?" "Of his daughter, Diana, the most beautiful girl possible?"
"Gentlemen," then said Monsoreau, turning towards those in the corridor, "allow me to announce to you a secret; monseigneur permits me to make public my marriage with Mademoiselle Diana de Meridor, who has been my wife for more than a month, and whom I intend this evening to present to the court." Bussy, who had been hidden behind a door, staggered, and almost fell at this unexpected blow.
"Does the baron know you, M. de Bussy?" asked St. Luc. "It is the first time I ever had the honor of seeing M. de Meridor," said Bussy, who alone understood the effect which the name of the Duc d'Anjou had produced on the old man. "Ah! you a gentleman of the Duc d'Anjou!" cried the baron, "of that monster, that demon, and you dare to avow it, and have the audacity to present yourself here!"
"So much the worse; I should have liked to have made a prince laugh, who hardly ever does so." "I laugh at your inventing a false story to find out the true one." "No, I told you the truth." "Well, then, as we are alone, tell me your little history. Where did it happen?" "In the wood of Meridor." The duke grew pale again, but did not speak.
"Ah, I am not like you I want him; he would have been very useful to us here." "How so?" "He has property here." "He!" "He or his wife." Bussy bit his lips. "Meridor is only three leagues off, you know that," continued the duke, "you, who brought the old baron to me." "Dame! I brought him because he hung on to my cloak. However, my protection did not do him much good."
"It stops at the door, Remy." Remy ran down and arrived just as three hurried blows were struck on the door. "Who is there?" said he. "I!" replied a trembling voice, "I, Grandchamp, the baron's valet." "Ah! mon Dieu! Grandchamp, you at Paris! speak low! Whence do you come?" "From Meridor. Alas, dear M. Remy!" "Well," cried the lady from the top of the stairs, "are they our horses, Remy?"
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