“What do you say to Normandy?” said Chicot.
“It is too near.”
“Flanders, then?”
“Too far.”
“Anjou is a reasonable distance, monsieur,” said Rémy.
“Well, then, Anjou,” said Bussy, coloring.
“Adieu, monsieur!” said Chicot.
“It is destiny,” said Rémy, when he was gone.
“Let us be quick, and perhaps we may overtake her,” said Bussy.