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Now it is dark, Henri, so dark that one might take the day for the night, and I sing what you ought to hear. Look!" "At what?" "My geographical plan. Here is Anjou, something like a tartlet, you see; there your brother will take refuge. Anjou, well managed, as Monsoreau and Bussy will manage it, will alone furnish to your brother ten thousand combatants." "Do you think so?"
Bussy uttered a cry of joy, and threw away his broken sword: at the same moment Monsoreau fired at Remy, and the ball entered his brain. This time he fell to rise no more. Bussy uttered a cry. His strength seemed to return to him, and he whirled round his sword in a circle, cutting through a wrist at his right hand, and laying open a cheek at his left.
"And then, a week after, Madame de Monsoreau will be reconciled to her husband, which will dreadfully enrage your poor soul, which will see it from above or below, without being able to prevent it." "You are right, Remy; I will live."
But I shall soon be more sure still." "What will monsieur do?" "Come." Meanwhile, the duke and Aurilly turned into the Rue St. Catherine, intending to return by the boulevard of the Bastile. Monsoreau went in, and ordered his litter. What the duke had foreseen happened.
"Monsieur, will you return to the friends of whom you spoke, and be so good as to name them, if your super-abundant imagination will let you." "Seek, monsieur. Morbleu, it is your occupation to hunt out animals, witness the unlucky stag whom you deranged this morning, and who thought it very unkind of you. Seek." The eyes of M. de Monsoreau wandered anxiously again.
M. le Comte, if it be true that you had any desire to see me, you must thank this unknown man; for knowing M. de Monsoreau as I know him, this man made me tremble for you, and I wished to see you and say to you, 'Do not expose yourself so, M. le Comte; do not make me more unhappy than I am." "Reassure yourself, madame; it was not I." "Now, let me finish what I have to say.
In the fear of this man whom I do not know, but whom M. de Monsoreau does perhaps he exacts that I should leave Paris, so that," said Diana, holding out her hand to Bussy, "you may look upon this as our last meeting, M. le Comte. To-morrow we start for Meridor." "You are going, madame?" "There is no other way to reassure M. de Monsoreau; no other way for me to be at peace.
Once Chicot thought he had found him in the Rue Bethisy; a numerous group was standing at the door of a wine-merchant; and in this group Chicot recognized M. de Monsoreau and M. de Guise, and fancied that the Duc d'Anjou could not be far off. But he was wrong. MM. de Monsoreau and Guise were occupied in exciting still more an orator in his stammering eloquence.
Soon the voices approached, and Bussy could see M. de Monsoreau bowing and retiring, and he heard the duke say: "Adieu, my friend." "My friend!" murmured Bussy. Then Monsoreau said, "Your highness agrees with me that publicity is best?" "Yes, yes; an end to all mysteries." "Then this evening I will present her to the king." "Do so; I will prepare him."
He waited till nine o'clock, and then he saw the courier set out again, and after him the litter, then Diana, Remy, and Gertrude on horseback. He mounted his horse and followed them, keeping them in sight. Monsoreau scarcely allowed Diana to move from his side, but kept calling her every instant.
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