The prince, piqued at these short answers, began to examine the room.
“You seem to me well lodged, Bussy,” said he.
Bussy did not reply.
“Bussy must be very ill,” said the duke to an attendant who stood by, “why was not Miron called? The king’s doctor is not too good for Bussy.” When the servant was gone, “Are you in grief, Bussy?” said the duke.
“I do not know.”
The duke approached, becoming more and more gracious as he was rebuffed. “Come, speak frankly, Bussy,” said he.
“What am I to say, monseigneur?”
“You are angry with me?”
“I! for what? besides, it is no use to be angry with princes.” The duke was silent.
“But,” said Bussy, “we are losing time in preambles; to the point, monseigneur. You have need of me, I suppose?”