Bussy smiled. "Fear nothing," said he.
"Ah! my dear master, to-morrow you ought to fight like Hercules against Ant æ us--like Theseus against the Minotaur--like Bayard--like something Homeric, gigantic, impossible; I wish people to speak of it in future times as the combat, par excellence, and in which you had not even received a scratch."
"Be easy, my dear R é my, you shall see wonders. This morning I put swords in the hands of four fencers, who during eight minutes could not touch me once, while I tore their doublets to pieces."
So conversing, they arrived in the Rue St. Antoine.
"Adieu! here we are," said Bussy.
"Shall I wait for you?"
"Why?"
"To make sure that you will return before two o'clock, and have at least five or six hours' sleep before your duel."
"If I give you my wor
