“Good,” said Bussy, “but how do you know all this?”
“Why, monseigneur, as your absence made my position a sinecure, I thought I would try to make some little use of my time; so I took some books and a sword to a little room which I hired at the corner of the Rue St. Antoine, from whence I could see the house that you know.”
“Very good.”
“But as I feared, if I were constantly watching, to pass for a spy, I thought it better to fall in love.”
“In love?”
“Oh yes, desperately with Gertrude; she is a fine girl, only two inches taller than myself, and who recounts, capitally.”
“Recounts?”
“Yes; through her I know all that passes with her mistress. I thought you might not dislike to have communications with the house.”
“Rémy, you are a good genius, whom chance, or rather Providence, has placed in my way. Then you are received in the house?”
“Last night I made my entrance on the points of my toes, by the door you know.”