"No, but he was a very dangerous neighbor and a bad brother."
"Ah! would you compare me to the son of a pope—I, a Huguenot chief?"
"Sire, I compare you to no one."
"Why not?"
"I believe he would be wrong who should liken you to any other than yourself. You are ambitious, sire."
"Here is a man determined to make me want something," cried Henri.
"God forbid, sire; I desire with all my heart, on the contrary, that your majesty should want nothing."
"Nothing calls you back to Paris, does it, Chicot?"
"No, sire."
"Then you will pass some days with me?"