“You have done well, monseigneur,” said the duchess. “Where is he now?”
“In the pavillon de Saint Louis,” remarked Bonnivet, “with her majesty and the Dame de Beaujeu.”
“I did not know the duchess was here,” remarked Louise de Savoie, uneasily.
“She only arrived an hour ago from Paris,” replied Bonnivet. “Ha! what is this I see?” he added, noticing the cross of Saint Michael, which Bourbon had cast on the ground. “Is it thus your honours are treated, sire? Such insolence deserves severe punishment.”
“I would punish the offender—severely punish him—but that I gave him great provocation,” returned the king. “You say that the Constable is in the salle de Saint Louis, with the queen and the Dame de Beau-jeu?”...
“He went thither not many minutes ago,” replied Bonnivet. “Shall I arrest him as he comes forth?”
“No,” said the king. “I will see him again, and then decide. Come with me, madame—and you too, Admiral.”