“Doubtless.”
“Well, my son, I do not like that part of the program.”
“How so?”
“When we have dined I will tell you another plan that has occurred to me.”
“Well, I consent.”
“Whether you consent or not, it will be all the same thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Hush! here are your valets.”
As he spoke, the ushers opened the door, and the barber, perfumer, and valet of the king entered, and commenced to execute upon his majesty one of those toilets which we have described elsewhere. When the king was dressing, the Duc d’Anjou was announced. He was accompanied by M. de Monsoreau, D’Epernon, and Aurilly. Henri, at the sight of Monsoreau, still pale and looking more frightful than ever, could not repress a movement of surprise.
“You have been wounded, comte, have you not?”