WHICH IS ONLY THE END OF THE PRECEDING ONE. Henri sat on his throne in the great hall, and around him was grouped an eager crowd. He looked pale and frowning. "Sire," said Quelus to the king, "do you know the name of the ambassador?" "No; but what does it matter?" "Sire, it is M. de Bussy; the insult is doubled." "I see no insult," said the king, with affected sang-froid. "Let him enter," continued he. Bussy, with his hat in his hand, and his head erect, advanced straight to the king, and waited, with his usual look of pride, to be interrogated. "You here, M. de Bussy!" said the king; "I thought you were in Anjou." "Sire, I was, but you see I have quitted it." "And what brings you here?" "The desire of presenting my humble respects to your majesty." The king and courtiers looked

