“That was like me; only they made me add, ‘Vive le Duc d’Anjou!’” said D’Epernon.
“And I also,” cried Schomberg; “but that is not all.”
“What, my poor Schomberg, did they make you cry something else?”
“No, that was enough, God knows; but just as I cried, ‘Vive le Duc d’Anjou,’ guess who passed.”
“How can I guess?”
“Bussy; his cursed Bussy, who heard me.”
“He could not understand.”
“Parbleu! it was not difficult to understand. I had a poniard at my throat, and I was in a vat.”
“And he did not come to your rescue?”
“It seemed as though he was in a dreadful hurry; he scarcely seemed to touch the ground.”