“Parbleu! it was not difficult to understand. I had a poniard at my throat, and I was in a vat.” “And he did not come to your rescue?” “It seemed as though he was in a dreadful hurry; he scarcely seemed to touch the ground.” “Perhaps he did not recognize you, as you were blue.” “Ah! very likely.” “He would be excusable,” said the king; “for, indeed, my poor Schomberg, I should hardly have known you myself.” “Never mind; we shall meet some other time, when I am not in a vat.” “Oh! as for me,” said D’Epernon, “it is his master I should like to punish.” “The Duc d’Anjou, whose praises they are singing all over Paris,” said Quelus. “The fact is, that he is master of Paris to-night,” said D’Epernon. “Ah, my brother! my brother!” cried the king. “Ah! yes, sire; you cry, ‘my brother,’ but you do nothing against him; and yet it is clear to me that he is at the head of some plot.” said Schomberg. “Eh, mordieu! that is what I was saying just before you came in, to these gentlemen, and they replied by shrugging their shoulders and turning their backs.” “Not because you said there was a plot, sire, but because you do nothing to suppress it.” “And, now,” said Quelus, “we say, ‘Save us,’ sire; or rather, save yourself; to-morrow M. de Guise will come to the Louvre, and ask you to name a chief for the League; if you name M. d’Anjou, as you promised, he, at the head of one hundred thousand Parisians, excited by this night, can do what he likes.” “Then,” said Henri, “if I take a decisive step, you will support me?” “Yes, sire.” “If, sire, you will only give me time to remodel my dress,” said D’Epernon. “Go to my room, D’Epernon; my valet de chambre will give you what you want.” “And I, sire, must have a bath,” said Schomberg. “Go to my bath.” “Then I may hope, sire, that my insult will not remain unavenged.” Henri remained silent a moment, and then said, “Quelus, ask if M. d’Anjou has returned to the Louvre.” Quelus went, but came back, and said that the duke had not yet returned. “Well, you, Quelus and Maugiron, go down and watch for his entrance.” “And then?” “Have all the doors shut.” “Bravo! sire.” “I will be back in ten minutes, sire,” said D’Epernon. “And my stay will depend on the quality of the dye,” said Schomberg. “Come as soon as possible,” said the king. The young men went out, and the king, left alone, kneeled down on his prie-Dieu. CHAPTER XLV. CHICOT MORE THAN EVER KING OF FRANCE. The gates of the Louvre were generally closed at twelve, but the king gave orders that they should be left open on this night till one. At a quarter to one Quelus came up. “Sire,” said he, “the duke has come in.” “What is Maugiron doing?” “Watching that he does not go out again.” “There is no danger.” “Then----” “Let him go to bed quietly. Whom has he with him?” “M. de Monsoreau and his ordinary gentlemen.” “And M. de Bussy?” “No; he is not there.” “So much the better.” “What are your orders, sire?”