Chapter 83
IN WHICH CHICOT SLEEPS. The movements of the young men had been remarked by the king and Chicot. The king walked up and down, waiting impatiently for his friends to return; but Chicot followed them at a distance, and saw enough to be satisfied of their intentions. When he returned to the house he found the king, walking up and down, muttering. "Ah! my dear friend! do you know what has become of them?" cried Henri. "Whom? your minions?" "Alas! yes, my poor friends." "They must lie very low by this time." "Have they been killed?" cried Henri; "are they dead?" "Dead I fear----" "And you laugh, wretch?" "Oh! my son, dead drunk." "Oh! Chicot, how you terrified me. But why do you calumniate these gentlemen?" "On the contrary, I praise them." "Be serious, I beg; do you know that they
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