“Because if you do not take the initiative, he will discover you, and will kill you.” “I cannot break my oath to Diana. Besides, he who is now a monster in all eyes, would be thought an angel in his tomb.” “Therefore I do not advise you to kill him yourself.” “Oh, St. Luc, no assassins.” “Who spoke of assassins?” “Of what then?” “Nothing; an idea passed through my mind; I will tell you what it was at another time. I do not love this Monsoreau much more than you, although I have not the same reason to detest him, so let us speak of the wife instead of the husband.” Bussy smiled. “You are a capital companion, St Luc,” said he, “and you may count on my friendship. Now my friendship consists of three things, my purse, my sword, and my life. Now, what about Diana?” “I wished to ask if you were not coming to Méridor.” “My dear friend, I thank you, but you know my scruples.” “I know all. At Méridor you fear to meet Monsoreau, although he is eighty leagues off; fear to have to shake his hand, and it is hard to shake the hand of the man you wish to strangle; you fear to see him embrace Diana, and it is hard to see that of the woman you love.” “Ah! how well you understand!” cried Bussy, with rage; “but, my dear friend, did you not hear last night the noise of bells and guns?” “Yes; and we wondered what it meant.” “It meant that the Duc d’Anjou arrived last night.” St. Luc jumped up. “The duke here! We heard he was imprisoned at the Louvre.” “That is just why he is now at Angers. He managed to escape through a window, and came here.” “Well?” “Well, here is an excellent opportunity to revenge yourself for the king’s persecutions. The prince has already a party, he will soon have troops, and we shall have something like a little civil war.” “Oh! oh!” “And I reckoned on you to help us.” “Against the king?” said St. Luc, with sudden coldness. “Not precisely against the king, but against those who fight against us.” “My dear Bussy, I came here for country air, not to fight against his majesty.” “But let me present you to monseigneur.” “Useless, my dear Bussy, I do not like Angers.” “My dear St. Luc, you will do me a great service by consenting; the duke asked me what I came here for, and, not being able to tell because of his own passion for Diana, I said that I had come to draw to his cause all the gentlemen in the Canton; I even told him I had a rendezvous with one this morning.” “Well! tell him you have seen the gentleman, and that he asks six months to consider. Listen, I will always help you to defend Diana, you shall help me to defend my wife. We will make a treaty for love, but not for politics.” “I see, I must yield to you, St. Luc, for you have the advantage over me. I want you, and you do not want me.” “On the contrary, it is I who claim your protection.” “How so?” “Suppose the rebels besiege and sack Méridor.”