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When the repast was over, Monsoreau took St. Luc's arm and went out. "Do you know," said he, "that I am very happy to have found you here, for the solitude of Meridor frightened me." "What, with your wife? As for me, with such a companion I should find a desert delightful." "I do not say no, but still " "Still, what?" "I am very glad to have met you here."
I have been projecting one for some time, and I do not know why it has not taken place sooner." "Now Monsoreau is dead," thought Bussy, "I do not care; I will protect Diana. I will go with him, and see her." A quarter of an hour after, the prince, Bussy, and ten gentlemen rode to Meridor, with that pleasure which fine weather, turf, and youth always inspire in men on horseback.
"Bah! you think me very weak. Are you all here? Where is Monsoreau?" "I believe he is at Meridor." "Her majesty the queen mother!" cried the usher at the door. Catherine entered, looking pale. The duke made a movement to rise, but she threw herself into his arms and half stifled him with kisses. She did more she wept.
At Meridor you fear to meet Monsoreau, although he is eighty leagues off; fear to have to shake his hand, and it is hard to shake the hand of the man you wish to strangle; you fear to see him embrace Diana, and it is hard to see that of the woman you love." "Ah! how well you understand!" cried Bussy, with rage; "but, my dear friend, did you not hear last night the noise of bells and guns?"
"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.
The progress of the Union there had been confided to the Baron de Meridor, but he in despair at the recent death of his daughter, has, in his grief, neglected the affairs of the league, and we cannot at present count on him. As for myself, I bring three new adherents to the association.
"There was," said Bussy, "a Baron de Meridor, who, although he could have saved himself, came voluntarily and gave up his sword at the battle of Pavia, when he heard that the king was a prisoner, and begged to accompany Francis to Madrid, partook his captivity, and only quitted him to come to France and negotiate his ransom."
"How so?" "Suppose the rebels besiege and sack Meridor." The two friends laughed; then, as the duke had sent to inquire for Bussy, they separated with renewed promises of friendship, and charmed with each other. Bussy went to the ducal palace, where already all the nobility of the provinces were arriving.
"My father embraced me once more, and we set off. I was ignorant what danger menaced me, and forced me to quit the castle of Meridor. I did not dare to question my conductors, whom I did not know. We went along quietly, and the motion of the litter at last sent me to sleep, when I was awoke by Gertrude, who, seizing my arm, cried out, 'Oh, mademoiselle, was is the matter?
"Oh, Monsoreau!" cried the prince, with his malignant smile. "Why monseigneur, one would say you hated the poor count." "No, it was you." "Of course I did; did he not humiliate me through you?" "You remember it still." "But you, monseigneur, whose friend and tool he was " "Well, well, get my horse saddled, Bussy." "What for?" "To go to Meridor; I wish to pay a visit to Madame Monsoreau.
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