'You think so, Mercoeur, do you not?
Precisely.

Villequier, see that the order respecting M.de Marsac is cancelled.' M.de Retz could not control his wrath on hearing this direction given.
'At this rate,' he cried recklessly, 'we shall have few priests left here! We have got a bad name at Blois, as it is!' For a moment all in the circle held their breath, while the king's eyes flashed fire at this daring allusion to the murder of the Duke de Guise, and his brother the Cardinal.

But it was Henry's misfortune to be ever indulgent in the wrong place, and severe when severity was either unjust or impolitic.

He recovered himself with an effort, and revenged himself only by omitting to invite the Marshal, who was now trembling in his shoes, to join his riding-party.
The circle broke up amid some excitement.

I stood on one side with M.
d'Agen, while the king and his immediate following passed out, and, greatly embarrassed as I was by the civil congratulating of many who would have seen me hang with equal goodwill, I was sharp enough to see that something was brewing between Bruhl and Marshal Retz, who stood back conversing in low tones.