Which meant, "What you told me was very useful; I know my friends; know yours. Chicot will tell you the rest."
CHAPTER LXXVIII.
HOW, AFTER RECEIVING NEWS FROM THE SOUTH, HENRI RECEIVED NEWS FROM THE NORTH.
The king, highly exasperated, could hardly read the letter which Chicot gave to him. While he deciphered the Latin with every sign of impatience, Chicot, before a great Venetian mirror, which hung over a gilt table, was admiring the infinite grace of his own person under his military dress.
"Oh! I am betrayed," cried Henri, when he had finished the letter; "the Béarnais had a plan, and I never suspected it."
"My son," said Chicot, "you know the proverb, 'Still waters run deepest'?"
"Go to the devil with your proverbs."
Chicot went to the door as if to obey.