“So be it; I will do my work myself, or with Aurilly, as I have done already.”
“Oh!” said Bussy, with a sudden thought.
“What?”
“Were you engaged on it the night when you saw the ambush laid for me?”
“Just so.”
“Then your beautiful unknown lives near the Bastile.”
“Opposite the Rue St. Catherine. It is a dangerous place, as you know.”
“Has your highness been there since?”
“Yesterday.”
“And you saw?”
“A man spying all about and who at last stopped at her door.”
“Was he alone?”
“Yes, at first. Afterwards he was joined by another, with a lantern in his hand.”
“Ah!”
“Then they began to talk together, and at last, tired of waiting, I went away. And before I venture into the house where I might be killed – ”
“You would like one of your friends to try it.”
“They would not have my enemies, nor run the same risk; and then they might report to me – ”
“In your place I would give up this woman.”
“No, she is too beautiful.”
“You said you hardly saw her.”
“I saw her enough to distinguish splendid blonde hair, magnificent eyes, and such a complexion!”
“Ah! ah!”
“You understand! one does not easily renounce such a woman.”
“No, I feel for you.”
“You jest.”
“No, on my word, and the proof is, that if you will give me my instructions, I will watch this evening.”
“You retract your decision?”
“There is no one but the pope infallible; now tell me what I am to do.”
“You will have to hide a little way off, and if a man enter, follow him to find out who he is?”
“But if, in entering, he close the door behind him?”
“I told you I had a key.”
“Ah! true; then there is only one more thing to fear, that I should follow a wrong man to a wrong door.”
“You cannot mistake; this door is the door of an alley, and at the end of the alley there is a staircase; mount twelve steps, and you will be in a corridor.”
“How do you know all this, if you have never been in?”
“Did I not tell you I had gained over the servant? She told me all.”
“Mon Dieu! how convenient it is to be a prince. I should have had to find out all for myself, which would have taken me an enormous time, and I might have failed after all.”
“Then you consent?”
“Can I refuse your highness? But will you come with me to show me the house?”
“Useless; as we return from the chase, we will make a detour, and pass through the Porte St. Antoine, and I will point it out to you.”
“Very well, and what am I to do to the man if he comes?”
“Only follow him till you learn who he is. I leave to you your mode of action. And not a word to any one.”
“No, on my honor.”
“And you will go alone?”
“Quite.”
“Well, then, it is settled; I show you the door on our way home; then you come with me, and I give you the key.” Bussy and the prince then rejoined the rest. The king was charmed with the manner in which M. de Monsoreau had conducted the chase.
“Monseigneur,” then said M. de Monsoreau to the duke, “I owe my place and these compliments to you.”
“But you know that you must go to-night to Fontainebleau, where the king will hunt to-morrow and the day after.”
“I know, monseigneur; I am prepared to start to-night.”
“Ah, M. de Monsoreau, there is no more rest for you,” said Bussy, “you wished to be chief huntsman, and you are so, and now you will have at least fifty nights’ rest less than other men. Luckily you are not married.”
At this joke, Monsoreau’s face was covered once more with that hideous paleness which gave to him so sinister an aspect.