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Bussy looked at M. de Monsoreau with suspicion, but his whole manner expressed so much sincerity that it was impossible to doubt him. "Count," replied he, "my sword belongs to the Duc d'Anjou.
"'Now, said, M de Monsoreau, 'shall I go or stay? I hesitated a moment, in spite of my father's letter and of my given word, but those two men there " "Oh! unhappy that I am," cried Bussy, "it was I and Remy, the young doctor." "You!" cried Diana.
"Good!" said the duke; "and there is Bussy, my brave Bussy, who will undertake some of them." "And us!" cried the rest. M. de Monsoreau now advanced. "Gentlemen," said he, "I claim an instant's silence. We are resolute men, and yet we fear to speak freely to each other; we are intelligent men, and yet we are deterred by foolish scruples.
Often you have told me of the plots against me, have aided my enterprises forgetting your own interests, and exposing your life." "Your highness " "Even lately, in this last unlucky adventure " "What adventure, monseigneur?" "This carrying off of Mademoiselle de Meridor poor young creature!" "Alas!" murmured Monsoreau. "You pity her, do you not?" said the duke. "Does not your highness?"
Monsoreau, who heard a murmur, tried to rise and look back after Diana. "Another movement like that, M. le Comte, and you will bring on the bleeding again," said Remy. Diana turned and rode back a little way, while Remy walked by the litter to occupy the count. A few seconds after, Bussy was by her side. "You see I follow you," said he, after their first embrace. "Oh!
"Madame," said he, at last, "do not hope to continue with me this character of a persecuted woman; you are at Paris, in my house, and, still more, you are Comtesse de Monsoreau, that is to say, my Wife. "If I am your wife, why refuse to conduct me to my father? Why continue to hide me from the eyes of the world?" "You have forgotten the Duc d'Anjou, madame."
'I can but add that the Comtesse de Monsoreau would have the less to fear from the prince, as my new post places me under the direct protection of the court. I only replied by a sigh. He smiled bitterly, and as he went down-stairs I heard him giving vent to oaths.
"Monseigneur, if justice be a duty, gratitude is not less so; and a king should never forget those to whom he owes his crown. Now, monseigneur, you owe your crown to me." "Monsoreau!" cried the duke, in terror. "But I cling to those only who cling to me." "I cannot you are a gentleman, you know I cannot approve of what you have done.
"Because I would have taken you with me." "To the Bastile?" "Yes." "You are going there?" "Yes." "And Monsoreau?" "Is at Compiegne, preparing a chase for the king." "Are you sure, monsieur?" "The order was given publicly this morning." "Ah, well; Jourdain, my sword." "You have changed your mind?" "I will accompany you to the door, for two reasons." "What are they?"
"You are right; and then my father is so scrupulous that, in spite of his love for me, he is capable of denouncing me to M. de Monsoreau." "Let us hide ourselves well, then; I fear some evil spirit, jealous of our happiness." "Say adieu to me, then; and do not ride so fast your horse frightens me." "Fear nothing; he knows the way, and is the gentlest and safest horse I ever rode.
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