Joyeuse looked his brother full and steadily in the face; he looked at him like one whose feelings had overcome him, and who relied upon a display of feeling to work upon the feelings of others. But Henri remained unmoved at this exhibition of emotion on his brother's part, and replied in no other way but by the same mournful smile.
Joyeuse embraced his brother, and allowed him to depart.
"Go," he said to himself, "all is not yet finished, and, however great your hurry may be, I shall not be long before I shall have overtaken you."
He went to the king, who was taking his breakfast in bed, with Chicot sitting by his side.
"Good-day! good-day!" said the king to Joyeuse. "I am very glad to see you, Anne; I was afraid you would lie in bed all day, you indolent fellow. How is my brother?"
"Alas! sire, I do not know; I am come to speak to you about mine."
"Which one?"—"Henri."
"Does he still wish to become a monk?"
"More so than ever."
"And will he take the vows?"