"And therefore," interrupted Eugene again, "you shall have no satisfaction from me, for you are not a nobleman, and I shall not measure swords with you. Peace, monsieur," continued he, as Louvois was about to insult him, "we are in the antechamber of the king, and a servant may not resent his grievances within earshot of his master. Take care that you become not too obstreperous, lest I publish to the world the story of your crimes toward your unhappy daughter. And now let me pass: the king awaits me."
With these words Eugene crossed the antechamber, and stood near the door that led to the king's cabinet. There he stopped, and, addressing the indignant minister—
"Now, sir," said he, imperatively, "you can go out to the vestibule and send the usher to announce me to his majesty."
Louvois made a rush at the prince, and almost shrieked with rage.
"Sir, this insolence—"
But at that moment the door of the king's cabinet opened, and the voice of Louis asked, "Who presumes to speak so loud?" His angry glances were launched first at one and then at the other offender, and, as neither made any reply, his majesty resumed:
"Ah, you are there, little abbe? You asked for an audience: it is granted."
He returned to his cabinet, Eugene following. The marquise was assiduously occupied with her tapestry, but her large eyes were raised for one glance; then, as quickly casting them down, she appeared to be absorbed in her embroidery.
The king threw himself carelessly back in an arm-chair, and signed to Eugene to advance.
"You would like to command a company of dragoons?" said Louis, shortly.
"Such is my desire, your majesty. I wish to become a soldier; I hope—a brave one."