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Bussy made two steps to follow him, but Monsoreau, raising himself from the floor, where he was lying, wounded him in the leg with his dagger. The young man seized a sword which lay near, and plunged it so vigorously into his breast, that he pinned him to the floor. "Ah!" cried Bussy, "I do not know if I shall live, but at least I shall have seen you die!"
It was the end of May, the heat was great, and about noon M. de Monsoreau wished to make a halt in a little wood, which was near the road, and as they had a horse laden with provisions, they remained there until the great heat of the day had gone by.
The four men rushed on him, but they could not touch him, and were repulsed with blows. Monsoreau approached him twice more, and twice more was wounded. But three men seized hold of the handle of his sword, and tore it from him.
"No, I am wrong," said he, "the sword came against nothing, but passed right through." Monsoreau fainted after this examination. "Ah! that is all right," said Remy, "syncope, low pulse, cold in the hands and legs: Diable! the widowhood of Madame de Monsoreau will not last long, I fear." At this moment a slight bloody foam rose to the lips of the wounded man.
There they go, on a good road, well mounted, and saying sweet things to Madame la Comtesse, which she likes very much, dear lady." M. de Monsoreau was furious, but he could not show it before the king; so he said as mildly as he could, "What, have you friends traveling to Anjou?" "Good; pretend to be mysterious." "I swear to you "
It is true that Monsoreau is so ugly that he can scarcely be called a fellow-creature, still he is a man. Come, I must forget that I am the friend of M. de Bussy, and do my duty as a doctor." "Help!" repeated the wounded man. "Here I am," said Remy. "Fetch me a priest and a doctor." "The doctor is here, and perhaps he will dispense with the priest." "Remy," said Monsoreau, "by what chance "
"But, my friends cannot I see them?" "Who do you call your friends?" "M. de Monsoreau, M. de Ribeirac, M. Antragues, and M. de Bussy." "Oh, yes, he, of course." "Has he had the misfortune to displease your majesty?" "Yes." "When, sire?" "Always, but particularly to-night." "To-night! what did he do?" "Insulted me in the streets of Paris." "You?" "My followers, which is the same thing."
M. de Monsoreau, how badly you have been brought up, and how living among beasts spoils the manners." "Do you not see that I am furious?" howled the count. "Yes, indeed, I do see it, and it does not become you at all; you look frightful." The count drew his sword. "Ah!" said St. Luc, "you try to provoke me; you see I am perfectly calm." "Yes, I do provoke you."
Perhaps they will succeed only too easily in expressing sentiments entirely contrary to those you have heard to-day from me. I am due at Mademoiselle de Raymond's this evening, to hear the two Camus and Ytier who are going to sing. Mesdames de la Sablière, de Salins, and de Monsoreau will also be there. Would you miss such a fine company? A Man in Love is an Amusing Spectacle
"That is possible; but I believe he pleases Diana de Monsoreau a little." "Do not say that." "Does it displease you?" "I tell you he thinks no more of me; and he does well oh, I was cowardly." "What do you say?" "Nothing, nothing." "Now, Diana, do not cry, do not accuse yourself. You cowardly! you, my heroine! you were constrained." "I believed it; I saw dangers, gulfs under my feet.
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