"I can see that you are a very insolent heretic," said he.

"There is but one Church in France, and that is my Church.

If you are outside that, you cannot look to me for aid." "My creed is that of my father, sire, and of my grandfather." "If they have sinned it is no reason why you should.

My own grandfather erred also before his eyes were opened." "But he nobly atoned for his error," murmured the Jesuit.
"Then you will not help me, sire ?" "You must first help yourself." The old Huguenot stood up with a gesture of despair, while the king continued on his way, the two ecclesiastics, on either side of him, murmuring their approval into his ears.
"You have done nobly, sire." "You are truly the first son of the Church." "You are the worthy successor of St.Louis." But the king bore the face of a man who was not absolutely satisfied with his own action.
"You do not think, then, that these people have too hard a measure ?" said he.
"Too hard?
Nay, your Majesty errs on the side of mercy." "I hear that they are leaving my kingdom in great numbers." "And surely it is better so, sire; for what blessing can come upon a country which has such stubborn infidels within its boundaries ?" "Those who are traitors to God can scarce be loyal to the king," remarked Bossuet.

"Your Majesty's power would be greater if there were no temple, as they call their dens of heresy, within your dominions." "My grandfather promised them protection.