the combatants were about to take his house for a battle-field.
He ran to Quelus, who already had his hand on his sword, and
said, "In Heaven's name be moderate."

"Parbleu, he attacks you as well as us."

"Quelus, think of the Duc d'Anjou, who supports Bussy; you do
not suppose I fear Bussy himself?"

"Eh! Mordieu, what need we fear; we belong to the king. If we
get into peril for him he will help us."

"You, yes; but me," said St. Luc, piteously.

"Ah dame, why do you marry, knowing how jealous the king is in
his friendships?"

"Good," thought St. Luc, "everyone for himself; and as I wish
to live tranquil during the first fortnight of my marriage, I
will make friends with M. Bussy." And he advanced towards him.
After his impertinent speech, Bussy had looked round the room to
see if any one would take notice of it. Seeing St. Luc approach,
he thought he had found what he sought.

"Monsieur," said he, "is it to what I said just now, that I owe
the honor of the conversation you appear to desire?"

"Of what you have just said, I heard nothing. No, I saw you,
and wished to salute you, and thank you for the honor you have
done me by your presence here."