“Mon Dieu! he should have been here; not at home.”
“You are wrong, brother,” said the cardinal; “the people and the nobles would have seen in it a snare to entrap the family. As you said just now, we must, above all things, avoid playing the part of usurper. We must inherit. By leaving the Duc d’Anjou free, and the queen-mother independent, no one will have anything to accuse us of. If we acted otherwise, we should have against us Bussy, and a hundred other dangerous swords.”
“Bah! Bussy is going to fight against the king’s minions.”
“Pardieu! he will kill them, and then he will join us,” said the Duc de Guise; “he is a superior man, and one whom I much esteem, and I will make him general of the army in Italy, where war is sure to break out.”
“And I,” said the duchess, “if I become a widow, will marry him.”
“Who is near the king?” asked the duke.
“The prior and Brother Gorenflot.”
“Is he in the cell?”
“Oh no! he will look first at the crypt and the relics.”
At this moment a bell sounded.