"What is the matter with you this morning ?" "This morning!" thought the king; but he said aloud, politely, "Monsieur, are you the governor of the Bastile ?" "My good fellow, your head is out of sorts," replied the voice; "but that is no reason why you should make such a terrible disturbance.

Be quiet; _mordioux!_" "Are you the governor ?" the king inquired again.
He heard a door on the corridor close; the jailer had just left, not condescending to reply a single word.

When the king had assured himself of his departure, his fury knew no longer any bounds.

As agile as a tiger, he leaped from the table to the window, and struck the iron bars with all his might.

He broke a pane of glass, the pieces of which fell clanking into the courtyard below.