Then this woman still keeps in favour, and her frocks are as dismal as Grumpy's coats; so when you come back we shall go into the country together, and you shall dress in red velvet, and I shall wear blue silk, and we shall have a little coloured court of our own in spite of my majestic papa.'" Louis sank his face in his hands.
"You hear how she speaks of me, Louvois." "It is infamous, sire; infamous!" "She calls me names--_me_, Louvois!" "Atrocious, sire." "And my knees! one would think that I was an old man!" "Scandalous.

But, sire, I would beg to say that it is a case in which your Majesty's philosophy may well soften your anger.

Youth is ever hot-headed, and says more than it means.

Think no more of the matter." "You speak like a fool, Louvois.

The child that I have loved turns upon me, and you ask me to think no more of it.