but myself. You get me into nice situations; that ball at St.
Luc's was a regular snare, and they have nearly drained all the
blood out of my body."

"They shall pay for it, Bussy; they shall pay dearly."

"Yes, you say so," said Bussy, with his usual liberty, "and you
will smile on the first you meet."

"Well! accompany me to the Louvre, and you shall see."

"What shall I see, monseigneur?"

"How I will speak to my brother."

"You promise me reparation?"

"I promise you shall be content. You hesitate still, I believe."

"Monseigneur, I know you so well."

"Come, I tell you."

"This is good for you," whispered Bussy to Jeanne. "There will
be a quarrel between the brothers, and meanwhile you can find
St. Luc."

"Well," said he to the prince, "I follow you; if I am insulted,
at least I can always revenge myself."