"Very well, Monsieur Fouquet, prepare your fete, and open the doors of your house as wide as possible."
As the rain dripped more and more through the foliage
of the oak, the King held his hat over the head of the young girl.—Page [22].
"It is for your majesty to fix the day."
"This day month, then."
"Has your majesty any further commands?"
"Nothing, Monsieur Fouquet, except from the present moment until then to have you near me as much as possible."
"I have the honor to form one of your majesty's party for the promenade."
"Very good. I am now going out indeed, for there are the ladies, I see, who are going to start."