“All, monseigneur.”
“You have my word.”
“And you shall keep the throne to which I have raised you.—There remains now, only,” thought Monsoreau, “to find out who told the duke.”
CHAPTER XXXVI.
CHICOT AND THE KING.
That same evening M. de Monsoreau presented his wife in the queen’s circle. Henri, tired, had gone to bed, but after sleeping three or four hours, he woke, and feeling no longer sleepy, proceeded to the room where Chicot slept, which was the one formerly occupied by St. Luc; Chicot slept soundly, and the king called him three times before he woke. At last he opened his eyes and cried out, “What is it?”
“Chicot, my friend, it is I.”
“You; who?”
“I, Henri.”