Bussy did not lose a moment, and the distance that took the duke fifteen hours to accomplish, sleeping in his litter, the young man, who returned to Paris, his heart beating with joy and love, did in five, to console the baron and Diana the sooner.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
HOW CHICOT RETURNED TO THE LOUVRE, AND WAS RECEIVED BY THE KING HENRI III.
All was quiet at the Louvre, for the king, fatigued with his pilgrimage, had not yet risen, when two men presented themselves together at the gates.
“M. Chicot,” cried the younger, “how are you this morning?”
“Ah, M. de Bussy.”
“You come for the king’s levee, monsieur?”
“And you also, I presume?”
“No; I come to see M. le Duc d’Anjou. You know I have not the honor of being a favorite of his majesty’s.”