The Duke of Orleans still wavered.

"You wanted peace," said Madame, "when it depended but on you to make war; you now want war when you can make neither war nor peace.
It is of no use to think any longer of anything but going with a good grace to meet the king." At these words he exclaimed aloud, as if it had been proposed to him to go and throw himself in the river.

"And where the devil should I go ?" he answered.

He remained at the Luxembourg.

On drawing near Paris, the king sent word to his uncle that he would have to leave the city.