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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Take the trouble to get over the wall; on the other side we shall be on neutral ground." "What do I care!" "I do; I do not want to kill you in your own house." "Very well!" said Monsoreau, climbing over. "Take care; pray do not hurt yourself, my dear count; those stones are loose," said St. Luc. Then he also got over. "Are you ready?" cried Monsoreau. "No; I have the sun in my eyes."
Indeed, the animal set off without being urged, and went deliberately out of the city, took a short cut to the gate, and then began to accelerate his pace: Monsoreau let him go. He went along the boulevard, then turned into a shady lane, which cut across the country, passing gradually from a trot to a gallop.
"Monseigneur," replied he, "I am hungry, tired, and thirsty; but I will neither eat, drink, nor sit down till I have delivered my important message." "You come from Paris?" "Yes, in great haste." "Well, speak." Monsoreau advanced, with a smile on his lips and hatred In his heart, and said, "Monseigneur, your mother is advancing hastily to visit you." The duke looked delighted.
"And he hesitates!" continued she, "he does not fall on his knees and say his mea culpa." "You are right," said Bussy, "I am but a man, that is to say, an imperfect creature, inferior to the most commonplace woman." "It is lucky you are convinced of it." "What do you order me?" "To go at once and pay it visit " "To M. de Monsoreau?" "Who speaks of him? to Diana." "But he never leaves her."
"Come, madame," said Remy. "Never! I will never leave him." Remy seized her in his arms. "Bussy, help me! Bussy!" cried Diana. For any one who separated her from Bussy, seemed an enemy to her. "Go," cried Bussy, "I will rejoin you." At this moment Monsoreau fired, and Bussy saw Remy totter, and then fall, dragging Diana with him. Bussy uttered a cry, and turned.
Bussy took the, letter and read: "MY BELOVED DIANA As I do not doubt that, yielding to my prayer, you have followed the Comte de Monsoreau, he must have told you that you had the misfortune to please M. le Duc d'Anjou, and that it was this prince who had you forcibly carried away and taken to the castle of Beauge; judge by this violence of what the prince is capable, and with what you were menaced.
"Keep still; mordieu! you shake the king's chair. Mort de ma vie, your wife will be quite happy with the prince to talk to, and M. Aurilly to play the lute to her." Monsoreau trembled with anger. "Quietly, monsieur," continued Chicot; "hide your joy, here is the business beginning; you should not show your feelings so openly; listen to the discourse of the king."
Conducted by the Duc de Guise, he had seen the Parisians open everywhere for him and his gentlemen, while those of the king were insulted and hooted. Never since the commencement of his career had he been so popular, and consequently so hopeful. He had placed on the table a letter from M. de Guise, which had been brought to him by M. de Monsoreau.
The evening before M. de Monsoreau had returned to his home from the Hotel Guise, and had found Bussy there. Then, in his friendship for this brave gentleman, he had taken him aside, and said: "Will you permit me to give you a piece of advice?" "Pray do." "If I were you, I should leave Paris to-morrow." "I! and why so?"
"Certainly; but it is not the less true that he obeyed the wishes of M. d'Anjou." "Listen! I know M. de St. Luc, and I can assure you he is devoted to the king, and hates the duke. If your wound had come from Antragues, Livarot, or Ribeirac, it might be so; but not from St. Luc." "You do not know," replied Monsoreau, obstinate in his opinion. At last he was able to go down into the garden.
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