“Let us finish, monsieur,” said Bussy; “it was very well for Homer’s heroes, who were demigods, to talk before they fought; but I am a man—attack me, or let me pass.”
Monsoreau replied by a laugh which made Diana shudder, but raised Bussy’s anger.
“Let me pass!” cried he.
“Oh, oh!”
“Then, draw and have done; I wish to go home and I live far off.”
During this time two other men mounted into the balcony.
“Two and four make six,” said Bussy, “where are the others?”
“Waiting at the door.”
Diana fell on her knees, and in spite of her efforts Bussy heard her sobs.
“My dear comte,” said he, “you know I am a man of honor.”