“Certainly,” replied Henri, passing into the gallery where all his court were waiting for him. CHAPTER LXXXVI. WHICH WILL ELUCIDATE THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER. The evening before M. de Monsoreau had returned to his home from the Hôtel Guise, and had found Bussy there. Then, in his friendship for this brave gentleman, he had taken him aside, and said: “Will you permit me to give you a piece of advice?” “Pray do.” “If I were you, I should leave Paris to-morrow.” “I! and why so?” “All that I can tell you is, that your absence may save you from great embarrassment.” “How so?” “Are you ignorant of what is to take place to-morrow?” “Completely.” “On your honor?” “On my word as a gentleman.” “M. d’Anjou has confided nothing to you?” “Nothing; M. d’Anjou confides nothing to me beyond what all the world knows.” “Well! I, who am not the Duc d’Anjou, who love my friends for their own sakes, and not for mine, I will tell you, my dear count, that he is preparing for grave events to-morrow, and that the parting of Guise and Anjou meditate a stroke which may end in the fall of the king.” Bussy looked at M. de Monsoreau with suspicion, but his whole manner expressed so much sincerity that it was impossible to doubt him. “Count,” replied he, “my sword belongs to the Duc d’Anjou. The king, against whom I have done nothing, hates me, and has never let slip an occasion of doing or saying something wounding to me; and to-morrow I tell you--but you alone, remember--I am about to risk my life to humiliate Henri de Valois in the person of his favorites.” “Then you are resolved to risk all the consequences of your adherence to the duke?” “Yes.” “You know where it may lead you?” “I know where I will stop; whatever complaints I have against the king, I will never lift a hand against him; but I will let others do what they like, and I will follow M. d’Anjou to protect him in case of need.” “My dear comte,” said Monsoreau, “the Duc d’Anjou is perfidious and a traitor; a coward, capable, from jealous or fear, of sacrificing his most faithful servant--his most devoted friend; abandon him, take a friend’s counsel, pass the day in your little house at Vincennes, go where you like, except to the procession of the Fête Dieu.” “But why do you follow the duke yourself?” “For reasons which concern my honor. I have need of him for a little while longer.” “Well! that is like me; for things which concern my honor I must follow the duke.” The Comte de Monsoreau pressed his hand, and they parted.