Chapter XVI.

IN WHICH M. SÉGUIER, KEEPER OF THE SEALS, LOOKS MORE THAN ONCE FOR THE BELL It is impossible to form an idea of the impression these few words made upon Louis XIII. He grew pale and red alternately; and the cardinal saw at once that he had recovered by a single blow all the ground he had lost. “Buckingham in Paris!” cried he, “and why does he come?” “To conspire, no doubt, with your enemies, the Huguenots and the Spaniards.” “No, _pardieu_, no! To conspire against my honor with Madame de Chevreuse, Madame de Longue…