“It is lucky you are convinced of it.”
“What do you order me?”
“To go at once and pay it visit——”
“To M. de Monsoreau?”
“Who speaks of him?—to Diana.”
“But he never leaves her.”
“When you went so often to see Madame de Barbezieux, had she not always near her that great ape who bit you because he was jealous?”
Bussy began to laugh, and St. Luc and Jeanne followed his example.
“Madame,” then said Bussy, “I am going to M. de Monsoreau’s house; adieu.”
He went there, and found the count in bed; he was delighted to see him, and told him that Rémy promised that his wound would be cured in three weeks. Bussy recounted to him the commission with which he had been charged, and his visit to the court.