"I have the honor of standing before the real dauphin."
"So you swore at Mittau!"
"I perjured myself."
"Well, what are you doing now?"
"Sire, I am a man in failing health. Before the end I have come to tell you the truth."
"Do you think you can do it?"
"Sire"—said Bellenger.
"Your king is Louis XVIII," I reminded him.
"He is not my king."
"Taken your pension away, has he?"