"He said a tall man."
"True, then Monsoreau, perhaps; well, let him enter." After a minute the visitor entered.
"M. Chicot!" cried Bussy.
"Himself, M. le Comte."
Remy retired into another room, and then Chicot said, "Monsieur, I come to propose to you a little bargain."
"Speak, monsieur," said Bussy, in great surprise.
"What will you promise me if I render you a great service?"
"That depends on the service, monsieur," replied Bussy, disdainfully.
Chicot feigned not to remark this air of disdain. "Monsieur,"
said he, sitting down and crossing his long legs, "I remark that you do not ask me to sit down."
The color mounted to Bussy"s face.
"Monsieur," continued Chicot, "have you heard of the League?"
"I have heard much of it," said Bussy.
"Well, monsieur, you ought to know that it is an a.s.sociation of honest Christians, united for the purpose of religiously ma.s.sacring their neighbors, the Huguenots. Are you of the League, monsieur? I am."
"But--monsieur----"
"Say only yes, or no."
"Allow me to express my astonishment----"
"I did myself the honor of asking you if you belonged to the League."
"M. Chicot, as I do not like questions whose import I do not understand, I beg you to change the conversation before I am forced to tell you that I do not like questioners. Come, M. Chicot, we have but a few minutes left."
"Well! in a few minutes one can say a great deal; however, I might have dispensed with asking you the question, as if you do not belong to the League now, you soon will, as M. d"Anjou does."
"M. d"Anjou! Who told you that?"
"Himself, speaking to me in person, as the gentlemen of the law say, or rather write; for example, that dear M. Nicolas David, that star of the Forum Parisiense. Now you understand that as M. d"Anjou belongs to the League, you cannot help belonging to it also; you, who are his right arm. The League knows better than to accept a maimed chief."
"Well, M. Chicot, what then?"
"Why, if you do belong to it, or they think you are likely to do so, what has happened to his royal highness will certainly happen to you."
"And what has happened to him?"
"Monsieur," said Chicot, rising and imitating M. de Bussy"s manner of a little before, "I do not love questions, nor questioners, therefore I have a great mind to let them do to you what they have done to-night to the duke."
"M. Chicot," said Bussy, with a smile, "speak, I beg of you; where is the duke?"
"He is in prison?"
"Where?"
"In his own room. Four of my good friends guard him. M. de Schomberg, who was dyed blue yesterday, as you know, since you pa.s.sed during the operation; M. d"Epernon, who is yellow from the fright he had; M. de Quelus, who is red with anger; and M. de Maugiron, who is white with ennui; it is beautiful to see; not to speak of the duke, who is going green with terror, so that we shall have a perfect rainbow to delight our eyes."
"Then, monsieur, you think my liberty in danger?"
"Danger! monsieur; suppose that they are already on the way to arrest you."
Bussy shuddered.
"Do you like the Bastile, M. de Bussy? it is a good place for meditation, and M. Laurent Testu, the governor, keeps a good cook."
"They would send me to the Bastile?"
"Ma foi! I ought to have in my pocket something like an order to conduct you there. Would you like to see it?" and Chicot drew from his pocket an order from the king in due form, to apprehend, wherever he might be, M. Louis de Clermont, Seigneur de Bussy.
"Written very nicely by M. Quelus," continued Chicot.
"Then, monsieur," cried Bussy, "you are really rendering me a service?"
"I think so; do you agree with me?"
"Monsieur, I beg you to tell me why you do it; for you love the king, and he hates me."
"M. le Comte, I save you; think what you please of my action.
But do you forget that I asked for a recompense?"
"Ah, true."
"Well?"
"Most willingly, monsieur."
"Then some day you will do what I ask you?"
"On my honor, if possible."
"That is enough. Now mount your horse and disappear; I go to carry this order to those who are to use it."
"Then you were not to arrest me yourself?"
"I! for what do you take me?"
"But I should abandon my master."