“Well, do not go, but hide near your house; then, believing you gone, the man you wish to know will come; the rest concerns yourself: I engage for no more.”
“Ah! if that be so——”
“You have my word.”
“I have better than that, I have your signature.”
“Oh, yes, mordieu! I know that.”
Aurilly touched D’Epernon’s arm and said, “It is done; Bussy will not fight to-morrow.”
“Not fight!”
“I answer for it.”
“Who will prevent it?”
“Never mind that.”