“You have.”
“Remember that they know and are anxiously waiting.”
“She shall be free, Bussy; I pledge my word.”
Bussy kissed the hand which had signed so many false promises. As he did so, M. de Monsoreau entered, and Bussy went to the corridor, where were several other gentlemen. Here he had to wait as patiently as might be for the result of this interview, on which all his future happiness was at stake. He waited for some time, when suddenly the door of the duke’s room opened, and the sound of M. de Monsoreau’s voice made Bussy tremble, for it sounded almost joyful. Soon the voices approached, and Bussy could see M. de Monsoreau bowing and retiring, and he heard the duke say:
“Adieu, my friend.”
“My friend!” murmured Bussy.
Then Monsoreau said, “Your highness agrees with me that publicity is best?”
“Yes, yes; an end to all mysteries.”
“Then this evening I will present her to the king.”
“Do so; I will prepare him.”