“How so?”
“If you had been seen?”
“Who could have seen me?”
“Our hunters, who, a quarter of an hour ago, passed by this wall.”
“Do not be uneasy, madame, I hide myself too carefully to be seen.”
“Hidden! really!” said Jeanne, “tell us how, M. de Bussy.”
“Firstly, if I did not join you on the road, it was not my fault, I took one route and you another. You came by Rambouillet, and I by Chartres. And then judge if your poor Bussy be not in love; I did not dare to join you. It was not in the presence of your father and your servants that I wished to meet you again, for I did not desire to compromise you, so I made the journey stage by stage, devoured by impatience. At last you arrived. I had taken a lodging in the village, and, concealed behind the window, I saw you pass.”
“Oh! mon Dieu! are you then at Angers under your own name?”
“For what do you take me? I am a traveling merchant; look at my costume, it is of a color much worn among drapers and goldsmiths. I have not been remarked.”
“Bussy, the handsome Bussy, two days in a provincial town and not remarked; who would believe that at court?” said Jeanne.