Chicot the Jester
HOW CHICOT LEARNED GENEALOGY.
When the Duc d'Anjou was gone, and had been followed by all the others, the three
Guises entered the vestry. Chicot, thinking of course this was the end, got up to stretch
his limbs, and then, as it was nearly two o'clock, once more disposed himself to sleep.
But to his great astonishment, the three brothers almost immediately came back again,
only this time without their frocks. On seeing them appear, the lad burst into so hearty a
fit of laughing, that Chicot could hardly help laughing also.
"Do not laugh so loud, sister," said the Duc de Mayenne, "they are hardly gone out, and
might hear you."
As he spoke, the seeming lad threw back his hood, and displayed a head as charming
and intelligent as wan ever painted by Leonardo da Vinci. Black eyes, full of fun, but
which could assume an expression almost terrible in its seriousness, a little rosy month,
and a round chin terminating the perfect oval of a rather pale face. It was Madame de
Montpensier, a dangerous syren, who had the soul of a demon with the face of an
"Ah, brother cardinal," cried she, "how well you acted the holy man! I was really afraid
for a minute that you were serious; and he letting himself be greased and crowned. Oh,
how horrid he looked with his crown on!"
"Never mind," said the duke, "we have got what we wanted, and François cannot now
deny his share. Monsoreau, who doubtless had his own reasons for it, led the thing on
well, and now he cannot abandon us, as he did La Mole and Coconnas."
Chicot saw that they had been laughing at M. d'Anjou, and as he detested him, would
willingly have embraced them for it, always excepting M. de Mayenne, and giving his
share to his sister.
"Let us return to business," said the cardinal, "is all well closed?"
"Oh, yes!" said the duchess, "but if you like I will go and see."
"Oh, no; you must be tired."
"No; it was too amusing."
"Mayenne, you say he is here?"