The spy resumed:—
"In the third place, I have to announce to you, Monseigneur, to encourage you and support you in your endeavors, the speedy arrival at Paris of a messenger from your brother, Vicomte d'Exmès, who is bringing to Henri the flags conquered in this Italian campaign. He is about to set out, and will arrive no doubt at the same time that my letter does, which, however, I have chosen to intrust to our regular courier; his presence, and the glorious trophies which he will offer to the king, will assuredly be of great service to you in conducting your negotiations in every direction."
"Fiat voluntas tua," cried the constable, in a perfect fury of rage. "We will give this ambassador from hell a fine reception. I commend him to you, Arnauld. Is that the end of that cursed letter?"
"Yes, Monseigneur, all but the usual complimentary words, and the signature."
"Good! you see that there is some work cut out for you, my fine fellow."
"I ask for nothing better, Monseigneur, with a little money thrown in to assist in obtaining good results."
"Here are a hundred ducats, knave. You must always feel the money in your hand."
"But I spend so much in Monseigneur's service."
"Your vices cost you more than my service does, you scoundrel."
"Oh, how mistaken Monseigneur is in me! I dream only of leading a quiet life, in happiness and affluence, somewhere in the country, with my wife and children about me, and passing the rest of my days in peace, like an honest father and husband."