Catherine came as a triumph, she as a punishment.

Behind them came two handsome young men, brothers, the eldest of whom smiled with wonderful beauty, and the younger with great melancholy.

The one was Anne, duc de Joyeuse, and the other Henri de Joyeuse, comte de Bouchage.
The people had for these favorites of the king none of the hatred which they had felt toward Maugiron, Quelus, and Schomberg.
Henri saluted the people gravely; then, turning to the young men, he said, "Anne, lean against the tapestry; it may last a long time." "I hope so," said Catherine.
"You think, then, that Salcede will speak, mother ?" "God will, I trust, give this confusion to our enemies." Henri looked doubtful.
"My son," said Catherine, "do I not see some tumult yonder ?" "What clear sight you have! I believe you are right.

I have such bad eyes, and yet I am not old.

Yes, here comes Salcede." "He fears," said Catherine; "he will speak." "If he has strength," said the king.