He seized hold of his chair, and hurled it against the massive oaken door.

The wood resounded against the door, and awakened many a mournful echo in the profound depths of the staircase; but from a human creature, none.
This was a fresh proof for the king of the slight regard in which he was held at the Bastile.

Therefore, when his first fit of anger had passed away, having remarked a barred window through which there passed a stream of light, lozenge-shaped, which must be, he knew, the bright orb of approaching day, Louis began to call out, at first gently enough, then louder and louder still; but no one replied.

Twenty other attempts which he made, one after another, obtained no other or better success.
His blood began to boil within him, and mount to his head.

His nature was such, that, accustomed to command, he trembled at the idea of disobedience.