“For what chase?”
“That of the wild boar.”
“What possesses you to go, in this cold, to be killed in some thicket?”
“Never mind, I am going.”
“Alone?”
“No, with Maugiron and Schomberg. We hunt for the king.”
“Ah! yes, I understand,” said Maugiron and Schomberg.
“The king wishes a boar’s head for breakfast to-morrow.”
“With the neck dressed à l’Italienne,” said Maugiron, alluding to the turn-down collar which Bussy wore in opposition to their ruffs.
“Ah, ah,” said D’Epernon, “I understand.”