“And we must leave him time to see his wife,” cried the duke.
“Granted,” cried the young men; “we give him twenty-four hours to do all he has to do.”
“Yes, gentlemen, I promise to employ them well.”
“Now go to bed,” said the duke, and M. de Monsoreau bowed, and went out, very happy to escape.
CHAPTER LXI.
HOW THE KING LEARNED THE FLIGHT OF HIS BELOVED BROTHER, AND WHAT FOLLOWED.
When Monsoreau had retired, the repast continued, and was more gay and joyous than ever.
“Now, Livarot,” said the duke, “finish the recital of your flight from Paris, which Monsoreau interrupted.”
Livarot began again, but as our title of historian gives us the privilege of knowing better than Livarot himself what had passed, we will substitute our recital for that of the young man.