“And I, M. le Baron,” said Bussy, taking his hand, “recommend to you the patience and calm dignity of a Christian nobleman. God is merciful to noble hearts, and you know not what He reserves for you. I beg you also, while waiting for that day, not to count me among your enemies, for you do not know what I will do for you. Till to-morrow, then, baron, and early in the morning we will set off.” “I consent,” replied the old baron, moved by Bussy’s tone and words; “but meanwhile, friend or enemy, you are my guest, and I will show you to your room.” CHAPTER XXIV. HOW REMY-LE-HAUDOUIN HAD, IN BUSSY’S ABSENCE, ESTABLISHED A COMMUNICATION WITH THE RUE ST. ANTOINE. M. and Madame de St. Luc could hardly recover from their surprise. Bussy, holding secret interviews with M. de Méridor, and then setting off with him for Paris, appearing to take the lead in a matter which at first seemed strange and unknown to him, was to the young people an inexplicable phenomenon. In the morning the baron took leave of his guests, begging them to remain in the castle. Before Bussy left, however, he whispered a few words to Madame de St. Luc, which brought the color to her cheeks, and smiles to her eyes. It was a long way from Méridor to Paris, especially for the old baron, covered with wounds from all his battles, and for his old horse, whom he called Jarnac. Bussy studied earnestly during the journey to find his way to the heart of the old man by his care and attentions, and without doubt he succeeded, for on the sixth morning, as they arrived at Paris, M. de Méridor said: “It is singular, count, but I feel less unquiet at the end than at the beginning of my journey.” “Two hours more, M. le Baron, and you shall have judged me as I deserve.” “Where are we going--to the Louvre?” “Let me first take you to my hotel, that you may refresh yourself a little, and be fit to see the person to whom I am leading you.” The count’s people had been very much alarmed at his long absence, for he had set off without telling any one but Rémy. Thus their delight on seeing him again was great, and they all crowded round him with joyous exclamations. He thanked them, and then said, “Now assist this gentleman to dismount, and remember that I look upon him with more respect than a prince.” When M. de Méridor had been shown to his room, and had had some refreshment, he asked if they should set out. “Soon, baron; and be easy--it will be a happiness for you as well as for us.” “You speak in a language which I do not understand.” Bussy smiled, and left the room to seek Rémy. “Well! dear Hippocrates!” said he, “is there anything new?” “Nothing; all goes well.” “Then the husband has not returned?” “Yes, he has, but without success. It seems there is a father who is expected to turn up to make the dénouement.” “Good,” said Bussy, “but how do you know all this?”