"All five if you please," said St. Luc.

"Ah! it is true, we forgot your wife."

They heard the king's voice calling St. Luc.

"Gentlemen," said he, "the king calls me. Good sport, au revoir."

And he left them, but instead of going straight to the king, he
ran to where Bussy stood with his wife.

"Ah! monsieur, how hurried you seem," said Bussy. "Are you going
also to join the chase; it would be a proof of your courage,
but not of your gallantry."

"Monsieur, I was seeking you."

"Really."

"And I was afraid you were gone. Dear Jeanne, tell your father
to try and stop the king, whilst I say a few words tete-a-tete
to M. Bussy." Jeanne went.

"I wish to say to you, monsieur," continued St. Luc, "that if
you have any rendezvous to-night, you would do well to put it
off, for the streets are not safe, and, above all, to avoid the
Hotel des Tournelles, where there is a place where several men
could hide. This is what I wished to say; I know you fear nothing,
but reflect."