Yet who knows!" thought the king, relapsing into gloom again.

"Perhaps my brother, the Duc d'Orleans, is doing that which my uncle wished to do during the whole of his life against my father.
But the queen ?--My mother, too?
And La Valliere?
Oh! La Valliere, she will have been abandoned to Madame.

Dear, dear girl! Yes, it is--it must be so.

They have shut her up as they have me.

We are separated forever!" And at this idea of separation the poor lover burst into a flood of tears and sobs and groans.
"There is a governor in this place," the king continued, in a fury of passion; "I will speak to him, I will summon him to me." He called--no voice replied to his.