CHAPTER XII.
THE CHAMBER OF HIS MAJESTY HENRI III.
In a great room at the Louvre sat Henri, pale and unquiet.

Since his favorites, Schomberg, Quelus and Maugiron had been killed in a duel, St.
Megrin had been assassinated by M.de Mayenne, and the wounds left by their deaths were still fresh and bleeding.

The affection he bore his new favorites was very different from what he had felt for the old.

He had overwhelmed D'Epernon with benefits, but he only loved him by fits and starts, and at certain times he even hated him, and accused him of cowardice and avarice.
D'Epernon knew how to hide his ambition, which was indeed vague in its aspirations; but his cupidity governed him completely.

When he was rich, he was laughing and good-tempered; but when he was in want of money, he used to shut himself up in one of his castles, where, frowning and sad, he bemoaned his fate, until he had drawn from the weakness of the king some new gift.
Joyeuse was very different.