What have you to complain of ?" "Twenty of the Blue Dragoons of Languedoc are quartered in my house, with Captain Dalbert at their head.

They have devoured my food, stolen my property, and beaten my servants, yet the magistrates will give me no redress.' "On my life, justice seems to be administered in a strange fashion in our city of Paris!" exclaimed the king wrathfully.
"It is indeed a shameful case," said Bossuet.
"And yet there may be a very good reason for it," suggested Pere la Chaise.

"I would suggest that your Majesty should ask this man his name, his business, and why it was that the dragoons were quartered upon him." "You hear the reverend father's question." "My name, sire, is Catinat, by trade I am a merchant in cloth, and I am treated in this fashion because I am of the Reformed Church." "I thought as much!" cried the confessor.
"That alters matters," said Bossuet.
The king shook his head and his brow darkened.

"You have only yourself to thank, then.

The remedy is in your hands." "And how, sire ?" "By embracing the only true faith." "I am already a member of it, sire." The king stamped his foot angrily.