“Oh I then you have also some one who annoys you?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“And I also,” said Maugiron.
“Really, gentlemen, you all look very gloomy.”
“You forget me,” said D’Epernon, planting himself before Bussy.
“Pardon me, M. d’Epernon, you were behind the others, as usual, and I have so little the pleasure of knowing you, that it was not for me to speak first.”
It was strange to see Bussy smiling and calm among those four furious faces, whose eyes spoke with so terrible an eloquence, that he must have been blind or stupid not to have understood their language.
But Bussy never lost his smile.
“It seems to me that there is an echo in this room,” said he quietly.
“Look, gentlemen,” said Quelus, “how provincial M. de Bussy has become; he has a beard, and no knot to his sword; he has black boots and a gray hat.”