Bussy bit his lips.
“Méridor is only three leagues off, you know that,” continued the duke, “you, who brought the old baron to me.”
“Dame! I brought him because he hung on to my cloak. However, my protection did not do him much good.”
“Listen,” said the duke, “I have an idea.”
“Diable!” said Bussy, who was always suspicious of the duke’s ideas.
“Yes; it is that, if Monsoreau had the advantage over you at first, you shall have it now.”
“What do you mean?”
“It is very simple; you know me, Bussy?”
“I have that misfortune.”
“Think you I am the man to submit to an affront with impunity?”