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Updated: June 19, 2025
"I fear so; look at the marks in the wall." "Well, I suspected it, but I always fancied it was you." "But I tell you, no!" "Oh, I believe you, my dear sir." "Well, then " "It must have been some one else." Monsoreau began to look black, but St. Luc preserved his easy nonchalance. "I have an idea," said he. "Tell me." "If it were " "Well!" "But, no." "Pray speak." "The Duc d'Anjou."
"Oh, yes, to-morrow!" cried the gentlemen. "What do you say, Monsoreau?" "I am always at your highness's orders, but I am too much fatigued to conduct a chase to-morrow; besides which, I must examine the woods." "And we must leave him time to see his wife," cried the duke. "Granted," cried the young men; "we give him twenty-four hours to do all he has to do."
"Oh! yes! you are right; for this moment repays me for all my griefs. Oh! my Diana! my beloved Diana!" cried he, drawing his daughter to him with one hand, and extending the other to Bussy. But all at once he cried, "But you said I was to see Madame de Monsoreau. Where is she?" "Alas! my father!" cried Diana. Bussy summoned up all his strength. "M. de Monsoreau is your son-in-law," he said.
God knows that if he were upright before me I would kill him with all my heart; but as he is now, helpless and three parts dead, it would be an infamy." "Help!" murmured Monsoreau, "I am dying." "Mordieu!" thought Remy, "my position is embarrassing. I am a doctor, and, as such, bound to succor my fellow-creatures when they suffer.
Soon some of them reached her, and, stopped by their bites, she ceased to advance. At this moment, M. de Monsoreau appeared at the border of the lake, and jumped off his horse. Then I collected all my strength to cry for pity, with clasped hands. It seemed to me that he saw me, and I cried again.
"And I, then " cried Bussy; and, although he stopped, frightened at what he was about to say, Diana heard and understood. "Well!" cried she, reddening, "my brother, my friend, can you do nothing for me?" "But the Duc d'Anjou," said the baron. "I am not aware of those who fear the anger of princes," said Bussy; "and, besides, I believe the danger lies not with him, but with M. de Monsoreau."
Thank God, not only I am not dead, but I shall live; I hope to serve you with more ardor than ever." As for Bussy, he felt stunned, and scarcely dared to look at Diana. This treasure, twice lost to him, belonged still to his rival. "And you, M. de Bussy," said Monsoreau, "receive my thanks, for it is almost to you that I owe my life."
"What would you have done then?" "I would have gone straight to the Chateau de Meridor. M. le Baron would have pressed me in his arms, Madame de Monsoreau would have placed me by her at table, M. de St. Luc would have been delighted to see me, and his wife also. It was the simplest thing in the world, but lovers never think of what is straight before them." Bussy smiled at Diana.
Bussy tore his hair with rage. The duke became more and more in love with Diana, as she seemed always to escape him, and with his love for her, his hatred of Monsoreau increased. On the other side he had not renounced his political hopes, but had recommenced his underhand machinations.
Remy started back, and the perspiration rolled off his forehead as he murmured, "He is not dead; we are in a nice position. Yes, but if I kill him he will be dead." And he looked at Monsoreau, who seemed also to be looking at him earnestly. "Oh!" cried Remy, "I cannot do it.
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