“Good; but meanwhile, do not fatigue yourself.”
Monsoreau was obliged to sit down, but he kept them in view.
“Count,” said he to Bussy, “will you be amiable enough to escort Madame de Monsoreau this evening to my house at the Tournelles?”
“You cannot do that, monsieur,” said Rémy.
“Why not?”
“Because M. d’Anjou would never forgive you if you helped to play him such a trick.”
Bussy was about to cry, “What do I care?” but a glance from Rémy stopped him.
“Rémy is right,” said Monsoreau, “it would injure you; to-morrow I will go myself.”
“You will lose your place.”
“It is possible; but I shall keep my wife.”