CHAPTER XV.
THE DIFFICULTY OF FINDING A GOOD AMBASSADOR.
Chicot was hidden in his great chair, and Joyeuse was half lying on the foot of the bed in which the king was bolstered up, when the conversation commenced.
"Well, Joyeuse," said Henri, "have you well wandered about the town ?" "Yes, sire," replied the duke, carelessly.
"How quickly you disappeared from the Place de Greve." "Sire, to speak frankly, I do not like to see men suffer." "Tender heart." "No; egotistical heart, rather; then sufferings act on my nerves." "You know what passed ?" "Ma foi! no." "Salcede denied all." "Ah!" "You bear it very indifferently, Joyeuse." "I confess I do not attach much importance to it; besides, I was certain he would deny everything." "But since he confessed before the judges--" "All the more reason that he should deny it afterward.

The confession put the Guises on their guard, and they were at work while your majesty remained quiet." "What! you foresee such things, and do not warn me ?" "I am not a minister, to talk politics." "Well, Joyeuse, I want your brother." "He, like myself, is at your majesty's service." "Then I may count on him ?" "Doubtless." "I wish to send him on a little mission." "Out of Paris ?" "Yes." "In that case, it is impossible." "How so ?" "Du Bouchage cannot go away just now." The king looked astonished.

"What do you mean ?" said he.
"Sire," said Joyeuse quietly, "it is the simplest thing possible.

Du Bouchage is in love, but he had carried on his negotiations badly, and everything was going wrong; the poor boy was growing thinner and thinner." "Indeed," said the king, "I have remarked it." "And he had become sad, mordieu! as if he had lived in your majesty's court." A kind of grunt, proceeding from the corner of the room interrupted Joyeuse, who looked round astonished.
"It is nothing, Joyeuse," said the king, laughing, "only a dog asleep on the footstool.

You say, then, that Du Bouchage grew sad?
--" "Sad as death, sire.