“Yes, my friend.”
“And M. de St. Luc?”
“Never leaves her; theirs was a love-match; you must have seen them.”
“It was not them; it was you, with some man whom I do not know, but whom I will know, I swear. I heard your cry.”
“When you are more reasonable, monsieur, I shall be ready to hear you; at present I will retire.”
“No, madame, you shall stay.”
“Monsieur, here are M. and Madame de St. Luc, I trust you will contain yourself.”
Indeed, M. and Madame de St. Luc approached. She bowed to Monsoreau, and St. Luc gave him his hand; then, leaving his wife to Monsoreau, took Diana, and after a walk they returned, warned by the bell for dinner, which was early at Méridor, as the baron preserved the old customs. The conversation was general, and turned naturally on the Duc d’Anjou, and the movement his arrival had caused. Diana sat far from her husband, between St. Luc and the baron.