"The appearances are wholly misleading" interrupted the Comte.
"Ah! It is too much. I must be avenged and clear things up
later," said the Prince, advancing towards the Comte like a man
carried away by rage. The Princess, fearing bloodshed (which was
not possible as her husband did not have a sword), placed herself
between the two of them and fell fainting at her husband's feet.
The Prince was even more affected by this than he was by the
calmness of the Comte when he confronted him, and as if he could
no longer bear the sight of those two people who had caused him
such distress, he turned away and fell on his wife's bed,
overcome by grief. The Comte de Chabannes, filled with remorse at
having abused the friendship of which he had had so many marks,
and believing that he could never atone for what he had done,
left the room abruptly and passing through the Princess's
apartment where he found all the doors open, he went down to the
courtyard. He had a horse brought to him and rode off into the
country led only by his feelings of hopelessness. The Prince de
Montpensier, seeing that his wife did not recover from her faint,
left her to her women and retired to his own quarters greatly
disturbed.

The Duc de Guise having got out of the park, hardly knowing what
he was doing being in such a state of turmoil, put several
leagues between himself and Champigny, but could go no further
without news of the Princess. He stopped in the forest and sent
his squire to find out from the Comte de Chabannes what had
happened. The squire found no trace of Chabannes but was told by
others that the Princess was seriously ill. The Duc's inquietude
was increased by what the squire had told him, but as he could do