“Now, then, my officer, I hope that it is over.”
The king summoned his gentleman. “Please to understand I shall receive nobody before two o’clock,” said he.
“Sire,” replied the gentleman, “there is, however, some one who requests admittance.”
“Who is that?”
“Your lieutenant of musketeers.”
“He who accompanied me?”
“Yes, sire.”
“Ah,” said the king, “let him come in.”
The officer entered. The king made a sign, and the gentleman and the valet retired. Louis followed them with his eyes until they had shut the door, and when the tapestries had fallen behind them,—“You remind me by your presence, monsieur, of something I had forgotten to recommend to you, that is to say, the most absolute discretion.”
“Oh! sire, why does your majesty give yourself the trouble of making me such a recommendation? It is plain you do not know me.”