“Patience; it is scarcely eight o’clock, and you will have plenty of time to scourge yourself. Let us talk first. Converse with your friend; you will not repent it, Valois, on the faith of a Chicot.”
“Well, talk; but be quick.”
“How shall we divide our day, my son?”
“Into three parts.”
“In honor of the Trinity; very well, let me hear these three parts.”
“First, mass at St. Germain l’Auxerrois.”
“Well?”
“Return to the Louvre, for a collation.”
“Very good.”
“Then, a procession of penitents through the streets, stopping at the principal convente of Paris, beginning at the Jacobine and finishing at St. Geneviève, where I have promised the prior to stay till to-morrow in the cell of a saint, who will pray for the success of our arms.”
“I know him.”
“The saint?”
“Yes, perfectly.”
“So much the better; you shall accompany me, and we will pray together.”
“Yes; make yourself easy.”
“Then dress yourself, and come.”
“Wait a little.”
“What for?”
“I have more to ask.”
“Be quick, then, for time passes.”
“What is the court to do?”
“Follow me.”
“And your brother?”
“Will accompany me.”
“Your guard?”
“The French guard wait for me at the Louvre, and the Swiss at the door of the Abbey.”
“That will do; now I know all.”
“Then I may call?”
“Yes.”
Henri struck on his gong.
“The ceremony will be magnificent,” said Chicot.
“God will accept our homage, I hope.”
“But tell me, Henri, before any one comes in, have you nothing else to say to me?”
“No, I have given you all the details.”
“Have you settled to sleep at St. Genevieve?”
“Doubtless.”
“Well, my son, I do not like that part of the program.”
“How so?”
“When we have dined I will tell you another plan that has occurred to me.”
“Well, I consent.”
“Whether you consent or not, it will be all the same thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Hush! here are your valets.”
As he spoke, the ushers opened the door, and the barber, perfumer, and valet of the king entered, and commenced to execute upon his majesty one of those toilets which we have described elsewhere. When the king was dressing, the Duc d’Anjou was announced. He was accompanied by M. de Monsoreau, D’Epernon, and Aurilly. Henri, at the sight of Monsoreau, still pale and looking more frightful than ever, could not repress a movement of surprise.
“You have been wounded, comte, have you not?”
“Yes, sire.”
“At the chase, they told me.”
“Yes sire.”
“But you are better now?”
“I am well.”