“No, no. Ah Bussy, I owe you an eternal friendship.”
“Take care, you cannot be heard, but you can be seen.”
“It is true,” said St. Luc, retreating from his wife. Indeed, M. de Nancey was beginning to wonder what was going on, when a great noise was heard from the gallery.
“Ah! mon Dieu!” cried M. de Nancey, “there is the king quarreling with some one.”
“I really think so,” replied Bussy, affecting inquietude; “can it be with the Duc d’Anjou, who came with me?”
The captain of the guard went off in the direction of the gallery.
“Have I not managed well?” said Bussy to St. Luc.
“What is it?”
“M. d’Anjou and the king are quarrelling; I must go to them. You profit by the time to place in safety the page I have brought you; is it possible?”
“Oh, yes; luckily I declared I was ill and must keep my room.”