At this moment a warning exclamation was uttered by the physician who was stationed near the door.
At the signal, Bourbon hastily resumed his gown, and flung himself upon the couch.
Scarcely were these preparations completed, when Perot de Warthy and the Comte de Maulévrier entered. They both glanced suspiciously at the band of young seigneurs, who had withdrawn to the back of the chamber.
Saint-Vallier alone remained standing near the couch on which Bourbon was extended.
“What is your business with me, sir?” demanded the Constable of Warthy.
“I am enjoined by his majesty to remain in constant attendance upon your highness,” replied the other, bowing.
“This fellow troubles me,” muttered Bourbon; “I must get rid of him.”
“Louis,” said Saint-Vallier to his son-in-law, “I am glad you have come hither. I was about to seek you. You must take back Diane to Normandy.”
“I cannot comply with your request,” replied Maulévrier. “I return to the Château de Brézé forthwith.”
“So much the better,” cried Saint-Vallier. “Diane must accompany you.”