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Updated: June 19, 2025
Was it time? said M. de Monsoreau. 'Oh I yes, yes, cried I, 'you are really my saviour. "The lights seemed to be moving about from one room to the other. We heard voices, and a man entered who approached the open window, looked out, saw the floating veil, and uttered a cry.
Monsoreau replied by a laugh which made Diana shudder, but raised Bussy's anger. "Let me pass!" cried he. "Oh, oh!" "Then, draw and have done; I wish to go home and I live far off." During this time two other men mounted into the balcony. "Two and four make six," said Bussy, "where are the others?" "Waiting at the door." Diana fell on her knees, and in spite of her efforts Bussy heard her sobs.
I charge myself with it, and you need take no trouble as for the scruples of the young lady, be sure that they will vanish in the presence of your highness: meanwhile I act; and this evening she will be at the chateau of Beauge. "Your highness's respectful servant, "BRYAN DE MONSOREAU." "Well, what do you say, Bussy?" "I say that you are well served, monseigneur." "You mean betrayed."
"Yes, gentlemen, I promise to employ them well." "Now go to bed," said the duke, and M. de Monsoreau bowed, and went out, very happy to escape. When Monsoreau had retired, the repast continued, and was more gay and joyous than ever. "Now, Livarot," said the duke, "finish the recital of your flight from Paris, which Monsoreau interrupted."
About twenty-five steps from the door was an enormous heap of stones belonging to demolished houses, and serving for fortifications to the children of the neighborhood when they played at battles. In the midst was a space, which could contain two people. The valet spread a cloak, on which Monsoreau sat down, while his servant sat at his feet, with a loaded musket placed beside him.
"Why so?" "Because he has caught the likeness; it is striking." M. de Monsoreau grew pale, and turning to Chicot, said: "M. Chicot, I am not used to jesters, having lived little at court, and I warn you that before my king I do not like to be humiliated, above all when I speak of my duties." "Well, monsieur," said Chicot, "we are not like you, we court people laughed heartily at the last joke."
"To you, who are a hunter," said he, "I give the blade: to the countess, the handle. Good-morning, Bussy, you are then a friend of the count's, now?" Diana reddened, but Bussy said: "Your highness forgets that you asked me to inquire after M. de Monsoreau." "It is true." The prince sat down, and began to talk to Diana. In a few minutes he said, "Count, it is dreadfully warm in your rooms.
Remy drew from his pocket his lancet case; then tearing off a strip from the patient's shirt, bound it round his arm. "We shall see," said he, "if the blood flows. Ah, it does! and I believe that Madame de Monsoreau will not be a widow. Pardon, my dear M. de Bussy, but I am a doctor." Presently the patient breathed, and opened his eyes. "Oh!" stammered he, "I thought all was over."
I tell you, that you may have the pleasure of knowing you are killed by the king's method; it is very flattering." And then suddenly he rushed furiously on Monsoreau, who, half wild with rage as he was, parried five thrusts, but received the sixth full in his chest. "Ah!" said St. Luc, "you will fall just where I told you," as Monsoreau sank down on the poppies.
M. de Monsoreau grew so frightfully pale, that the marks in his face looked like black spots on his yellow skin; at the same time he looked at Bussy in a manner that portended a violent storm. Bussy saw that he had done wrong; but he was not a man to draw back; on the contrary, he was one of those who generally repair an indiscretion by an impertinence.
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