“Ma foi! yes, monseigneur; I could not sleep, your highness’s interests were so much on my mind. What shall we do this morning? Shall we hunt?”
“How!” said the duke, “you pretend to have been thinking all night of my interests, and the result of so much meditation is to propose to me a hunt!”
“True,” said Bussy; “besides, we have no hounds.”
“And no chief huntsman.”
“Ah, ma foi! the chase would be more agreeable without him.”
“Ah, I am not like you—I want him; he would have been very useful to us here.”
“How so?”
“He has property here.”
“He!”
“He or his wife.”