The prince, some told him, was in his apartments; others said he was asleep; he was practicing music, the valet-de-chambre supposed.  No one, however, among the attendants could give a positive reply.

Henri persisted, in order that he might no longer have to think of his service on the king, so that he might abandon himself from that moment to his melancholy thoughts unrestrained.

Won over by his perseverance, it being well known too that he and his brother were on the most intimate terms with the duke, Henri was ushered into one of the salons on the first floor, where the prince at last consented to receive him.

Half an hour passed away, and the shades of evening insensibly closed in.

The heavy and measured footsteps of the Duc d’Anjou resounded in the gallery, and Henri, on recognizing them, prepared to discharge his mission with the accustomed formal ceremonies.  But the prince, who seemed very much pressed, quickly dispensed with these formalities on the part of his ambassador, by taking him by the hand and embracing him.

“Good-day, comte,” he said; “why should they have given you the trouble to come and see a poor defeated general?”

“The king has sent me, monseigneur, to inform you that he is exceedingly desirous of seeing your highness, and that in order to enable you to recover from your fatigue, his majesty will himself come and pay a visit to Chateau-Thierry, to-morrow at the latest.”

“The king will be here to-morrow!” exclaimed Francois, with a gesture of impatience, but recovering himself immediately afterward.

“To-morrow, to-morrow,” he resumed; “why, the truth is, that nothing will be in readiness, either here or in the town, to receive his majesty.”

Henri bowed, as one whose duty it had been to transmit an order, but whose province it was not to comment upon it.

“The extreme haste which their majesties have to see your royal highness has not allowed them to think of the embarrassment they may be the means of occasioning.”

“Well, well,” said the prince, hurriedly, “it is for me to make the best use of the time I have at my disposal.  I leave you, therefore, Henri; thanks for the alacrity you have shown, for you have traveled fast, I perceive.  Go and take some rest.”

“Your highness has no other orders to communicate to me?” Henri inquired, respectfully.

“None.  Go and lie down.  You shall dine in your own apartment.  I hold no reception this evening; I am suffering and ill at ease; I have lost my appetite, and cannot sleep, which makes my life a sad, dreary one, and which, you understand, I do not choose to inflict upon any one else.  By-the-by, you have heard the news?”

“No, monseigneur; what news?”

“Aurilly has been eaten up by the wolves—­”

“Aurilly!” exclaimed Henri, with surprise.

“Yes, yes—­devoured!  It is singular how every one who comes near me dies a violent death.  Good-night, count; may you sleep well!”