The king bounded forward to be nearer to the person who was about to enter, but, suddenly reflecting that it was a movement unworthy of a sovereign, he paused, assumed a noble and calm expression, which for him was easy enough, and waited with his back turned towards the window, in order, to some extent, to conceal his agitation from the eyes of the person who was about to enter.

It was only a jailer with a basket of provisions.

The king looked at the man with restless anxiety, and waited until he spoke.
"Ah!" said the latter, "you have broken your chair.

I said you had done so! Why, you have gone quite mad." "Monsieur," said the king, "be careful what you say; it will be a very serious affair for you." The jailer placed the basket on the table, and looked at his prisoner steadily.

"What do you say ?" he said.
"Desire the governor to come to me," added the king, in accents full of calm and dignity.
"Come, my boy," said the turnkey, "you have always been very quiet and reasonable, but you are getting vicious, it seems, and I wish you to know it in time.