"R é my!" cried Bussy, "carry away Diana."
Monsoreau uttered a yell and snatched a pistol from one of the men.
R é my hesitated. "But you?" said he.
"Away! away! I confide her to you."
"Come, madame," said R é my.
"Never! I will never leave him."
R é my seized her in his arms.
"Bussy, help me! Bussy!" cried Diana. For any one who separated her from Bussy, seemed an enemy to her.
"Go," cried Bussy, "I will rejoin you."
At this moment Monsoreau fired, and Bussy saw R é my totter, and then fall, dragging Diana with him. Bussy uttered a cry, and turned.
"It is nothing, master," said R é my. "It was I who received the ball. She is safe."
As Bussy turned, three men threw themselves on him; St. Luc rushed forward, and one of them fell. The two others drew back.
"St. Luc," cried Bussy,
