Bussy shook his head sadly, and did not reply.
“Do you doubt my words?” said Diana.
“Madame, those who feel a kindness for you, show it when they can. You knew I was at the palace the night of your presentation, you knew I was close to you, you must have felt my looks fixed on you, and you never raised your eyes to me, you never let me know by a word, a sign, or a gesture, that you were aware of my presence; but perhaps you did not recognize me, madame, you have only seen me twice.” Diana replied with so sad a glance of reproach, that Bussy was moved by it.
“Pardon, madame,” said he; “you are not an ordinary woman, and yet you act like them. This marriage——”
“I was forced to conclude it.”
“Yes, but it was easy to break.”
“Impossible, on the contrary.”
“Did you not know that near you watched a devoted friend?”
“Even that made me fear.”
“And you did not think of what my life would be, when you belonged to another. But perhaps you kept the name of Monsoreau from choice?”