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HOW MADAME DE ST. LUC HAD PASSED THE NIGHT.
Louis de Clermont, commonly called Bussy d'Amboise, was a perfect gentleman, and a
very handsome man. Kings and princes had sought for his friendship; queens and
princesses had lavished on him their sweetest smiles. He had succeeded La Mole in the
affections of Queen Marguerite, who had committed for him so many follies, that even
her husband, insensible so long, was moved at them; and the Duke François would
never have pardoned him, had it not gained over Bussy to his interests, and once again
he sacrificed all to his ambition. But in the midst of all his successes of war, ambition,
and intrigue, he had remained insensible; and he who had never known fear, had never
either known love.
When the servants of M. de St. Luc saw Bussy enter, they ran to tell M. de Brissac.
"Is M. de St. Luc at home?" asked Bussy.
"Where shall I find him?"
"I do not know, monsieur. We are all very anxious about him, for he has not returned
"It is true, monsieur."
"But Madame de St. Luc?"
"Oh, she is here."
"Tell her I shall be charmed if she will allow me to pay my respects to her."
Five minutes after, the messenger returned, saying Madame de St. Luc would be glad
to see M. de Bussy.
When Bussy entered the room, Jeanne ran to meet him. She was very pale, and her jet
black hair made her look more so; her eyes were red from her sleepless night, and
there were traces of tears on her cheeks.
"You are welcome, M. de Bussy," said she, "in spite of the fears your presence