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"I did not like the garden." The prince bit his lips. "Do you know, comte," said he, "that many people are asking the king for your place?" "They say you are dead." "Monseigneur, you can answer for it that I am not." "I answer for nothing; you bury yourself as though you were dead." It was Monsoreau's turn to bite his lips. "Well, then, I must lose my place," said he. "Really?"
As he did so, M. de Monsoreau entered, and Bussy went to the corridor, where were several other gentlemen. Here he had to wait as patiently as might be for the result of this interview, on which all his future happiness was at stake. He waited for some time, when suddenly the door of the duke's room opened, and the sound of M. de Monsoreau's voice made Bussy tremble, for it sounded almost joyful.
"With doublets or without?" said Schomberg. "Without doublets, without shirts; our breasts bare, our hearts uncovered!" The young men threw off their doublets and shirts. "I have lost my dagger," said Quelus; "it must have fallen on the road." "Or else you left it at M. de Monsoreau's, in the Place de la Bastile," said Antragues. Quelus gave a cry of rage, and drew his sword.
He was vaguely uneasy at seeing him at Monsoreau's house, and envious of the confidence that Monsoreau, so suspicious of himself, placed in him. He was frightened also at the joy and happiness which shone in Diana's face. He knew that flowers only bloom in the light of the sun, and women in that of love. She was visibly happy, and this annoyed him.
It is all right, gentlemen; he is nearer the ground than we are, and may be there before us. We will call for him in passing." The streets were empty as they went along; no one was to be seen except peasants coming from Montreuil or Vincennes, with milk or vegetables. The young men went on in silence until they reached the Rue St. Antoine. Then, with a smile, they glanced at Monsoreau's house.
Once up, he saw at the foot of a tree a blue mantilla and a black cloak, and not far off a man and woman, walking hand in hand, with their backs turned to the wall, and nearly hidden by the trees. Unluckily, with M. de Monsoreau's weight a stone fell from the wall on the crackling branches with a great noise.
"When you went so often to see Madame de Barbezieux, had she not always near her that great ape who bit you because he was jealous?" Bussy began to laugh, and St. Luc and Jeanne followed his example. "Madame," then said Bussy, "I am going to M. de Monsoreau's house; adieu."
"I know, monseigneur; I am prepared to start to-night." "Ah, M. de Monsoreau, there is no more rest for you," said Bussy, "you wished to be chief huntsman, and you are so, and now you will have at least fifty nights' rest less than other men. Luckily you are not married." At this joke, Monsoreau's face was covered once more with that hideous paleness which gave to him so sinister an aspect.
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