“Ah! there was a meeting last night between you and M. de St. Luc? confess it.” “Between me and St. Luc!” “Yes, he sent me away to speak to you; you belong to the Duc d’Anjou, he to the king. You have quarrelled--do not hide it from me. You must understand my anxiety. He went with the king, it is true--but afterwards?” “Madame, this is marvelous. I expected you to ask after my wound----” “He wounded you; he did fight, then?” “No, madame; not with me at least; it was not he who wounded me. Indeed, he did all he could to save me. Did he not tell you so?” “How could he tell me? I have not seen him.” “You have not seen him? Then your porter spoke the truth.” “I have not seen him since eleven last night.” “But where can he be?” “I should rather ask you.” “Oh, pardieu, tell me about it, it is very droll.” The poor woman looked at him with astonishment. “No, it is very sad, I mean. I have lost much blood, and scarcely know what I am saying. Tell me this lamentable story, madame.” Jeanne told all she knew; how the king had carried him off, the shutting of the doors of the Louvre, and the message of the guards. “Ah! very well, I understand,” said Bussy. “How! you understand.” “Yes; his majesty took him to the Louvre and once there he could not come out again.” “And why not?” “Ah! that is a state secret.” “But my father went to the Louvre, and I also, and the guards said they did not know what we meant.” “All the more reason that he should be there.” “You think so?” “I am sure of it, and if you wish to be so also----” “How?” “By seeing.” “Can I?” “Certainly.” “But if I go there, they win send me away, as they did before.” “Would you like to go in?” “But if he is not there?” “I tell you he is there. Come; but they will not let in the wife of St. Luc.” “You laugh at me, and it is very cruel in my distress.” “No, dear lady, listen. You are young, you are tall, and have black eyes; you are like my youngest page, who looked so well in the cloth of gold yesterday.” “Ah I what folly, M. Bussy,” cried Jeanne, blushing. “I have no other method but this. If you wish to see St. Luc----” “Oh! I would give all the world to see him.” “Well, I promise that you shall without giving anything.” “Oh, but----” “I told you how.” “Well, I will do it; shall I send for the dress?” “No, I will send you a new one I have at home; then you must join me this evening at the Rue St. Honoré. and we will go together to the Louvre.” Jeanne began to laugh, and gave her hand to Bussy. “Pardon my suspicions,” said she. “Willingly,” and taking leave he went home to prepare. Bussy and Madame de St. Luc met at the appointed time; Jeanne looked beautiful in her disguise. At the end of the Rue St. Germain-l’Auxerrois they met a large party in which Bussy recognized the Duc d’Anjou and his train. “Ah,” said he, “we will make a triumphal entry into the Louvre.” “Eh! monseigneur,” cried he to the duke.