“Ventre de biche!” cried Chicot, starting up, “how touching these family scenes are! For an instant I believed myself in Olympus, assisting at the reunion of Castor and Pollux after six months’ separation.” CHAPTER XXXIX. IN WHICH IT IS PROVED THAT LISTENING IS THE BEST WAY TO HEAR. The Duc d’Anjou was well aware that there were few rooms in the Louvre which were not built so that what was said in them could be heard from the outside; but, completely seduced by his brother’s manner, he forgot to take any precautions. “Why, monseigneur,” said the Duc de Guise, “how pale you are!” “Visibly?” “Yes, to me.” “The king saw nothing?” “I think not; but he retained you?” “Yes.” “And what did he say, monseigneur?” “He approves the idea, but the more gigantic it appears, the more he hesitates to place a man like you at the head.” “Then we are likely to fail.” “I fear so, my dear duke; the League seems likely to fail.” “Before it begins.” At this moment Henri, hearing a noise, turned and saw Chicot by his side, listening also. “You followed me, Knave!” said he. “Hush, my son,” said Chicot; “you prevent me from hearing.” “Monseigneur,” said the Duc de Guise, “it seems to me that in this case the king would have refused at once. Does he wish to dispossess me?” “I believe so.” “Then he would ruin the enterprise?” “Yes; but I aided you with all my power.” “How, monseigneur?” “In this--the king has left me almost master, to kill or reanimate the League.” “How so?” cried the duke, with sparkling eyes. “Why, if, instead of dissolving the League, he named me chief----” “Ah!” cried the duke, while the blood mounted to his face. “Ah! the dogs are going to fight over their bones,” said Chicot; but to his surprise, and the king’s, the Duc de Guise suddenly became calm, and exclaimed, in an almost joyful tone: “You are an adroit politician, monseigneur, if you did this.” “Yes, I did; but I would not conclude anything without speaking to you.” “Why so, monseigneur?” “Because I did not know what it would lead us to.” “Well, I will tell you, monseigneur, not to what it will lead us--that God alone knows--but how it will serve us. The League is a second army, and as I hold the first, and my brother the Church, nothing can resist us as long as we are united.” “Without counting,” said the Duc d’Anjou, “that I am heir presumptive to the throne.” “True, but still calculate your bad chances.” “I have done so a hundred times.” “There is, first, the King of Navarre.” “Oh! I do not mind him; he is entirely occupied by his amours with La Fosseuse.” “He, monseigneur, will dispute every inch with you; he watches you and your brother; he hungers for the throne. If any accident should happen to your brother, see if he will not be here with a bound from Pau to Paris.” “An accident to my brother,” repeated François. “Listen, Henri,” said Chicot.