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I remembered, with a deep sigh, what De Rilly had told me, that Catherine, to prevent the Duke of Guise from laying the death of De Noyard to her, would do her utmost to bring me to punishment. "The King looked at De Quelus," continued Marguerite. "That gentleman, seeing how things were, and, knowing that the King now wishes to seem friendly to the Duke, promptly said, 'This is fortunate.
"Do not give yourself that trouble, monsieur," said Quelus, "his majesty knows it." "Do you hunt larks?" asked Bussy, with an impertinent air. "No, monsieur, we hunt the boar. We want a head. Will you hunt with us, M. Bussy?" "No, really, I cannot. To-morrow I must go to the Duc d'Anjou for the reception of M. de Monsoreau, to whom monseigneur has just given the place of chief huntsman."
The next day the whole court was talking of the wrath of the Duke of Anjou at this assault upon his first gentleman-in-waiting. I was ashamed of having profited by the influence of De Quelus, who, I found, had not recognized me on the previous evening. Anjou's rage continued deep.
"You are alone," said De Quelus. "One does not know when one may have one's throat cut for a sou, after dark in the streets of Paris. Will you accept the escort of two of my servants? They are waiting for me in the next street. One does not, you know, let one's servants wait too near windows out of which one expects to drop," he added with a smile.
And Quelus irreverently turned his back to the king. "Hear, Maugiron," said the king, "with what nonsense he tries to put me off." "Well, sire, look at Narcissus; he is a good dog, but when you pull his ears, he growls, and when you tread on his toes he bites." "Here is the other comparing me to my dog!"
"I meant that, as I am to pass the night at the Abbey of St. Genevieve, I should perhaps not be ready for to-morrow; but let the count go; if it be not to-morrow, it shall be the day after." "You hear?" said the duke to Monsoreau. "Yes monseigneur." At this moment Quelus and Schomberg entered. The king received them with open arms. Monsoreau said softly to the duke, "You exile me, monseigneur."
The young men went out, and the king, left alone, kneeled down on his prie-Dieu. The gates of the Louvre were generally closed at twelve, but the king gave orders that they should be left open on this night till one. At a quarter to one Quelus came up. "Sire," said he, "the duke has come in." "What is Maugiron doing?" "Watching that he does not go out again." "There is no danger." "Then "
"But, M. Chicot, how does it happen that you are studying this at the door of his royal highness' room?" "Because I am waiting for M. Quelus, who is in there." "Where?" "With his highness." "With his highness! What is he doing there? I did not think they were such friends." "Hush!" then he whispered in Aurilly's ear "he is come to ask pardon of the duke for a little quarrel they had yesterday."
Afterwards the King commanded Bussi to be brought forth, to make a reconciliation betwixt him and Quelus, giving orders, at the same time, for the release of Simier and M. de la Chastre. Bussi coming into the room with his usual grace, the King told him he must be reconciled with Quelus, and forbade him to say a word more concerning their quarrel. He then commanded them to embrace.
M. de Quelus, who had until then governed the Church in New France, subject to the authority of the Archbishop of Rouen, did not dispute the jurisdiction of Bishop Laval, but returned to France immediately, accompanied by his secretary, M. d'Allet, to inform his own Bishop of what had transpired in Canada. He never returned, however, and died in Paris, in 1680, in the Seminary of St. Sulpice.
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