Apparently satisfied, François then turned towards the Constable, and said:
“Adieu, cousin. I commend you to the care of your physician. But as I shall naturally be anxious to hear how you progress, I will leave behind me the Seigneur Perot de Warthy, who will send me daily tidings of you.”
“That is needless, sire,” said Bourbon, impatiently.
“Since you are pleased to express so much anxiety about me, I will despatch frequent messengers to you with the reports of my physicians.”
“I prefer leaving Warthy,” rejoined the king. “I can depend on him. Once more adieu, cousin. We shall meet again at Lyons.”
And, offering his hand to Diane, he led her out of the room.
VII. PEROT DE WARTHY.
Scarcely were they gone, when Bourbon sprang to his feet, and gave vent to an outburst of rage.