“Ah, ah!” said the prince, “what warmth! you are interested in it, Bussy.”
“I! not at all, except that I do not wish people to say that Louis de Clermont serves a perfidious prince and a man without honor.”
“Well, you shall see. But how to do it?”
“Nothing more easy; make her father act.”
“But he is buried in Anjou.”
“Monseigneur, he is here in Paris.”
“At your house?”
“No, with his daughter. Speak to him, monseigneur, that he may see in you, not what he does now, an enemy, but a protector—that he who now curses your name may bless you.”
“And when can I see him?”
“As soon as you return Paris.”