God had mercy on me, and supported me through this dangerous illness.  After I had kept my bed a fortnight, the army changed its quarters, and I was conveyed away with it in a litter.  At the end of each day’s march, I found King Charles at the door of my quarters, ready, with the rest of the good gentlemen belonging to the Court, to carry my litter up to my bedside.  In this manner I came to Angers from St. Jean d’Angely, sick in body, but more sick in mind.  Here, to my misfortune, M. de Guise and his uncles had arrived before me.  This was a circumstance which gave my good brother great pleasure, as it afforded a colourable appearance to his story.  I soon discovered the advantage my brother would make of it to increase my already too great mortification; for he came daily to see me, and as constantly brought M. de Guise into my chamber with him.  He pretended the sincerest regard for De Guise, and, to make him believe it, would take frequent opportunities of embracing him, crying out at the same time; “Would to God you were my brother!” This he often put in practice before me, which M. de Guise seemed not to comprehend; but I, who knew his malicious designs, lost all patience, yet did not dare to reproach him with his hypocrisy.

As soon as I was recovered, a treaty was set on foot for a marriage betwixt the King of Portugal and me, an ambassador having been sent for that purpose.  The Queen my mother commanded me to prepare to give the ambassador an audience; which I did accordingly.  My brother had made her believe that I was averse to this marriage; accordingly, she took me to task upon it, and questioned me on the subject, expecting she should find some cause to be angry with me.  I told her my will had always been guided by her own, and that whatever she thought right for me to do, I should do it.  She answered me, angrily, according as she had been wrought upon, that I did not speak the sentiments of my heart, for she well knew that the Cardinal de Lorraine had persuaded me into a promise of having his nephew.  I begged her to forward this match with the King of Portugal, and I would convince her of my obedience to her commands.  Every day some new matter was reported to incense her against me.  All these were machinations worked up by the mind of Le Guast.  In short, I was constantly receiving some fresh mortification, so that I hardly passed a day in quiet.  On one side, the King of Spain was using his utmost endeavours to break off the match with Portugal, and M. de Guise, continuing at Court, furnished grounds for persecuting me on the other.  Still, not a single person of the Guises ever mentioned a word to me on the subject; and it was well known that, for more than a twelvemonth, M. de Guise had been paying his addresses to the Princesse de Porcian; but the slow progress made in bringing this match to a conclusion was said to be owing to his designs upon me.