“Yes, he is an excellent animal; I rode him yesterday.”
“Which makes you wish for him again to-day?”
“Yes.”
“You were speaking of a chase.”
“Yes, the prince wishes for one.”
“Whereabouts is it to be?”
“Near Méridor. Will you come with me?”
“No, thank you, I do not feel well.”
“Oh!” cried a voice from behind, “there is M. de Bussy out without permission.”
“Ah! there is my doctor scolding. Adieu, comte.”