“Have you a horse with an easy pace?
“I have four to choose from.”
“Well, take for to-day the one you would choose for the lady of the portrait you know.”
“Know! Ah, Rémy, you have found the way to my heart forever; I feared you would prevent me from going to this chase, or rather this imitation of one, and all the ladies of the Court, and many from the City, will be admitted to it. Now, Rémy, this lady may be there. She certainly is not a simple bourgeoise—those tapestries, that bed, so much luxury as well as good taste, show a woman of quality, or, at least, a rich one. If I were to meet her there!”
“All is possible,” replied Rémy, philosophically.
“Except to find the house,” sighed Bussy. “Or to penetrate when we have found it.”
“Oh! I have a method.”
“What is it?”
“Get another sword wound.”
“Good; that gives me the hope that you will keep me.”