“To the Rue de la Tixanderie.”
“Ah! mon Dieu!”
“What?”
“M. de St. Luc, a great misfortune is about to happen.”
“To whom?”
“To M. de Bussy.”
“Bussy! speak, Rémy; I am his friend, you know.”
“Oh! M. de Bussy thought him at Compiègne.”
“Well?”
“And, profiting by his absence, is with Madame de Monsoreau.”