“No; by day you can ride afar off; it is only I who will see you, Louis. From the summit of some hill, at the turn of some road, your plume waving, your handkerchief fluttering in the breeze, would speak to me in your name, and tell me that you love me.” “Speak on, my beloved Diana; you do not know what music I find in your voice.” “And when we travel by night, which we shall often do, for Rémy has told him that the freshness of the evening is good for his wounds, then, as this evening, from time to time, I will stay behind, and we will tell each other, with a rapid pressure of the hands, all our thoughts of each other during the day.” “Oh! I love you! I love you!” murmured Bussy. “Oh! to see you, to press your hand, Diana.” Suddenly they heard a voice which made them both tremble, Diana with fear, and Bussy with anger. “Diana!” it cried, “where are you? Answer me.” “Oh! it is he! I had forgotten him,” said Diana. “Sweet dream, frightful awaking.” “Listen, Diana; we are together. Say one word, and nothing can separate us more; Diana, let us fly! What prevents us? Before us is happiness and liberty. One word, and we go; one word, and lost to him, you belong to me forever.” “And my father?” “When he shall know how I love you?” “Oh! a father!” “I will do nothing by violence, dear Diana; order, and I obey.” “It is our destiny, Bussy; but be strong, and you shall see if I know how to love.” “Must we then separate?” “Comtesse!” cried the voice, “reply, or, if I kill myself in doing it, I will jump from this infernal litter.” “Adieu, Bussy, he will do as he says.” “You pity him?” “Jealous!” said Diana, with an adorable smile. Bussy let her go. In a minute she was by the litter, and found the count half fainting. “Ah!” cried he, “where were you, madame?” “Where should I have been? Behind you.” “At my side, madame; do not leave me again.” From time to time this scene was renewed. They all hoped he would die with rage; but he did not die: on the contrary, at the end of ten days, when they arrived at Paris, he was decidedly better. During these ten days Diana had conquered all Bussy’s pride, and had persuaded him to come and visit Monsoreau, who always showed him much friendship. Rémy watched the husband and gave notes to the wife. “Esculapius and Mercury,” said he; “my functions accumulate.” CHAPTER LXXIV. HOW THE AMBASSADOR OF THE DUC D’ANJOU ARRIVED AT THE LOUVRE, AND THE RECEPTION HE MET WITH. As neither Catherine nor the Duc d’Anjou reappeared at the Louvre, the dissension between the brothers became apparently every day more and more certain. The king thought, “No news, bad news.” The minions added, “François, badly counseled, has detained the queen-mother.”