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There is some mystery in all this, which I must clear up. But I protest to you, that if I had had the happiness to be in the place of M. de Monsoreau, I would have saved your young and beautiful daughter without exacting a price for it." "He loved her," said M. de Meridor, trying to excuse him.
He knew that I was leaving Paris, that I was returning to Meridor; he knew that M. de Monsoreau I blush as I tell it was only my husband in name; he knew that I traveled alone; and along the road, dear Jeanne, I kept turning, thinking I heard the gallop of his horse behind us. But no, it was only the echo of my own. I tell you he does not think of me.
I am Diana de Meridor, the mistress of Monsieur de Bussy, whom the Duc d'Anjou miserably allowed to perish when he could have saved him. Eight days since Remy slew Aurilly, the duke's accomplice, and the prince himself I have just poisoned with a peach, a bouquet, and a torch. Move aside, monsieur move aside, I say, for Diana de Meridor, who is on her way to the Convent des Hospitalieres."
Come, monseigneur, do something for the man who has served you so well." "What do you want?" "That you should pardon me." "I will." "That you should reconcile me with M. de Meridor." "I will try." "That you will sign my marriage contract with Mademoiselle de Meridor." "Yes," said the prince, in a hoarse voice.
"And for a letter you take me from this important conversation." "It is from Meridor." "Oh! thank you, my good Remy." "Then I was not wrong?" "Oh, no; where is it?" "That is what made me think it of importance; the messenger would only give it to you yourself." "Is he here?" "Yes." "Bring him in." Remy opened the door, and a servant entered. "Here is M. de Bussy," said Remy.
I felt ill at ease under these looks, and begged my father to go home early. Three days after M. de Monsoreau came to Meridor; I saw him from the windows, and shut myself up in my own room. When he was gone, my father said nothing to me, but I thought he looked gloomy.
Bussy bowed, and Diana went on. "I am the daughter of the Baron de Meridor that is to say, the only heiress of one of the noblest and oldest names in Anjou."
He hastened to arrange an official reception, a repast and speeches, and having thus cut out some hours' occupation for the prince, mounted his other horse, and galloped to Meridor. The duke made some good speeches, and produced a great effect, giving himself out for a prince persecuted by the king on account of the love of the Parisians for him.
"Oh, M. de Bussy, is it possible you do not know women better than that!" "Remy, I feel very ill." "So I see. Go home, and I will prescribe for you." "What?" "A slice of fowl and ham, and some lobster." "Oh, I am not hungry." "The more reason I should order you to eat." "Remy, I fear that that wretch will make a great scene at Meridor. I ought to have gone with him when he asked me." "What for?"
My father was suspicious, and my mother lazy. I never went out without a governess and two lackeys, so that I do not remember having run on the grass, since, when a laughing child, I ran in the woods of Meridor with my dear Diana, challenging her to race, and rushing through the branches. But you, dear St. Luc; you were free, at least?" "I, free?" "Doubtless, a man." "Never.
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