“Ill! poor woman! it must be grief at seeing you suffer.”
“Yes, and the fatigue of moving.”
“Let us hope it will be a short indisposition. You have so skilful a doctor.”
“Yes, that dear Rémy——”
“Why, he is Bussy’s doctor.”
“He has lent him to me.”
“You are, then, great friends?”
“He is my best, I might say my only, friend.”
“Adieu, come!”
As the duke raised the tapestry, he fancied he saw the skirt of a dress disappear into the next room, and immediately Bussy appeared at his post in the middle of the corridor. Suspicion grew stronger with the duke.