“Yes, you are, and madame is a faithful wife.”
“Good, monsieur; you are severe, but, perhaps, it is deserved; only as I have a prior engagement with four gentlemen, I beg to be allowed to retire to-night, and I pledge my word, you shall find me again, when and where you will.”
Monsoreau shrugged his shoulders.
“I swear to you, monsieur,” said Bussy, “that when I have satisfied MM. Quelus, Schomberg, D’Epernon, and Maugiron, I shall be at your service. If they kill me, your vengeance will be satisfied, and if not——”
Monsoreau turned to his men. “On, my brave fellows,” said he.
“Oh!” said Bussy, “I was wrong; it is not a duel, but an assassination.”
“Yes.”
“We were each deceived with regard to the other; but remember, monsieur, that the Duc d’Anjou will avenge me.”
“It was he who sent me.”
Diana groaned.