“Well, monseigneur, they looked like the gloves of M. de Bussy.”
“Buff, embroidered with gold, were they not?”
“Yes, monseigneur.”
“Ah! Bussy! yes, it was Bussy. Oh, I was blind and yet not blind; but I could not believe in so much audacity.”
“But your highness must not believe it too lightly; might there not have been a man hidden in her room?”
“Yes, doubtless, but Bussy, who was in the corridor, would have seen him.”
“That is true.”
“And then the gloves——”
“Yes, and besides the kiss, I heard——”
“What?”