“Explain yourself, monseigneur.”
“Well, he stole the young girl I loved to make her his wife; now I will steal his wife!”
Bussy tried to smile, but made a grimace instead.
“Steal his wife!” stammered he.
“Nothing more easy, she is here, and you told me she hated her husband; therefore, without too much vanity, I may flatter myself she will give me the preference, if I promise her——”
“What, monseigneur?”
“To get rid of her husband for her.”
“You will do that?”
“You shall see. Meanwhile I will pay a visit to Méridor.”
“You will dare?”