“Ah! my brothers, at last we have the Valois!”
“Ma foi, sister, I believe so.”
“Not yet,” murmured the cardinal.
“How so?”
“Shall we have enough bourgeois guards to make head against Crillon and his guards?”
“We have better than bourgeois guards; and, believe me, there will not be a musket-shot exchanged.”
“How so?” said the duchess. “I should have liked a little disturbance.”
“Well, sister, you will be deprived of it. When the king is taken he will cry out, but no one will answer; then, by persuasion or by violence, but without showing ourselves, we shall make him sign his abdication. The news will soon spread through the city, and dispose in our favor both the bourgeois and the troops.”
“The plan is good, and cannot fail,” said the duchess. “It is rather brutal,” said the Duc de Guise; “besides which, the king will refuse to sign the abdication. He is brave, and will rather die.”
“Let him die, then.”