[CHAPTER XLV.]
TOO GOOD A TEACHER.
Fatigued by the ceremonies of the dauphin's nuptials, and particularly by the dinner, which was too stately, the king retired at nine o'clock and dismissed all attendants except Duke Vauguyon, tutor of the royal children. As he was losing his best pupil by the marriage, having only his two brothers to teach, and as it is the custom to reward a preceptor when education of a charge is complete, he expected a recompense.
He had been sobbing, and now he slipped out a pockethandkerchief and began to weep.
"Come, my poor Vauguyon," said the king, pointing to a foot-stool in the light, while he would be in the shade, "pray be seated, without any to-do."
The duke sighed.
"The education is over, and you have turned out in the prince royal the best educated prince in Europe."
"I believe he is."
"Good at history, and geography, and at wood-turning——"
"The praise for that goes to another, sire."