"At the beginning. How did you make your journey?"
"Oh! delightfully."
"And met with no disagreeable adventures—no bad company?"
"Oh! who would dream of annoying an ambassador of his Most Christian Majesty? You calumniate your subjects, my son."
"I asked," said the king, flattered by the tranquillity that reigned in his kingdom, "because you had no official character, and might have run some risk."
"I tell you, Henriquet, that you have the most charming kingdom in the world. Travelers are nourished gratis; they are sheltered for the love of God; they walk on flowers; and as for the wheel ruts, they are carpeted with velvet and fringed with gold. It is incredible, but true."
"Then you are content?"
"Enchanted."
"Yes, yes; my police is well organized."
"Marvelously; I must do them justice."