The prince turned. “You, Bussy!” cried he joyfully, “I heard you were badly wounded, and I was going to your hotel.” “Ma foi, monseigneur, if I am not dead, it is thanks to no one but myself. You get me into nice situations; that ball at St. Luc’s was a regular snare, and they have nearly drained all the blood out of my body.” “They shall pay for it, Bussy; they shall pay dearly.” “Yes, you say so,” said Bussy, with his usual liberty, “and you will smile on the first you meet.” “Well! accompany me to the Louvre, and you shall see.” “What shall I see, monseigneur?” “How I will speak to my brother.” “You promise me reparation?” “I promise you shall be content. You hesitate still, I believe.” “Monseigneur, I know you so well.” “Come, I tell you.” “This is good for you,” whispered Bussy to Jeanne. “There will be a quarrel between the brothers, and meanwhile you can find St. Luc.” “Well,” said he to the prince, “I follow you; if I am insulted, at least I can always revenge myself.” And he took his place near the duke, while his page kept close to him. “Revenge yourself; no, Bussy,” said the prince, “I charge myself with it. I know your assassins,” added he, in a low tone. “What! your highness has taken the trouble to inquire?” “I saw them.” “How so?” cried Bussy, astonished. “Oh! I had business myself at the Porte St. Antoine. They barely missed killing me in your place. Ah! I did not know it was you they were waiting for, or else----” “Well?” “Had you this new page with you?” asked the prince, without finishing his sentence. “No, I was alone, and you?” “I had Aurilly with me; and why were you alone?” “Because I wish to preserve my name of the brave Bussy.” “And they wounded you?” “I do not wish to give them the pleasure of knowing it, but I had a severe wound in the side.” “Ah! the wretches; Aurilly said he was sure they were bent on mischief.” “How! you saw the ambush, you were with Aurilly, who uses his sword as well as his lute, you thought they had bad intentions, and you did not watch to give aid?” “I did not know who they were waiting for.” “Mort diable! when you saw the king’s friends, you might have known it was against some friends of yours. Now, as there is hardly any one but myself who has courage to be your friend, you might have guessed that it was I.” “Oh! perhaps you are right, my dear Bussy, but I did not think of all that.” When they entered, “Remember your promise,” said Bussy, “I have some one to speak to.” “You leave me, Bussy?” “Yes, I must, but if I hear a great noise I will come to you, so speak loud.” Then Bussy, followed by Jeanne, took a secret staircase, traversed two or three corridors, and arrived at an antechamber. “Wait here for me,” said he to Jeanne. “Ah, mon Dieu! you leave me alone.” “I must, to provide for your entrance.” CHAPTER V. HOW MADAME DE ST. LUC PASSED THE SECOND NIGHT OF HER MARRIAGE.