“To speak to me so early; who is it?”
“A tall gentleman, dressed in green velvet.”
“Can it be Schomberg?”
“He said a tall man.”
“True, then Monsoreau, perhaps; well, let him enter.” After a minute the visitor entered.
“M. Chicot!” cried Bussy.
“Himself, M. le Comte.”
Rémy retired into another room, and then Chicot said, “Monsieur, I come to propose to you a little bargain.”
“Speak, monsieur,” said Bussy, in great surprise.
“What will you promise me if I render you a great service?”