“Wretch!” cried Monsoreau, and he advanced to strike her. Bussy saw the movement. Agile as a tiger, he bounded on him, and touched him in the throat; but the distance was too great, it was only a scratch. Five or six men rushed on Bussy, but one fell beneath the sword of St. Luc.
“Rémy!” cried Bussy, “carry away Diana.”
Monsoreau uttered a yell and snatched a pistol from one of the men.
Rémy hesitated. “But you?” said he.
“Away! away! I confide her to you.”
“Come, madame,” said Rémy.
“Never! I will never leave him.”
Rémy seized her in his arms.
“Bussy, help me! Bussy!” cried Diana. For any one who separated her from Bussy, seemed an enemy to her.
“Go,” cried Bussy, “I will rejoin you.”