“Yes, sire.”
“At the chase, they told me.”
“Yes sire.”
“But you are better now?”
“I am well.”
“Sire,” said the duke, “would it please you that, after our devotions, M, de Monsoreau should go and prepare a chase for us in the woods of Compiègne?”
“But do you not know that to-morrow——”
He was going to say, “Four of your friends are to fight four of mine;” but he stopped, for he remembered that it was a secret.
“I know nothing,” said the duke; “but if your majesty will inform me——”
“I meant that, as I am to pass the night at the Abbey of St. Genevieve, I should perhaps not be ready for to-morrow; but let the count go; if it be not to-morrow, it shall be the day after.”