THE IDEAS OF THE DUC D'ANJOU. Bussy returned home, but instead of St. Luc, whom he expected, he found only a letter fixing their meeting for the next day. About six in the morning St. Luc started, and rode straight to Bussy's house. "Accept the hospitality of my poor hut, St. Luc," said Bussy, "I am encamped here." "Yes, like a conqueror on the field of battle." "What do you mean?" "I mean, dear Bussy, that my wife has no secrets from me, and has told me all. Receive my compliments, but, since you have sent for me, permit me to give you a piece of advice." "Well." "Get rid as soon as possible of that abominable Monsoreau; no one at the court knows of your love for his wife, so when you marry the widow, no one will say you killed him on purpose." "There is but one obstacle to this p

