Suddenly Louis XIV., more impatient and more accustomed to command, ran to one of the shutters, which he opened, tearing the curtains in his eagerness.

A flood of living light entered the chamber, and made Philippe draw back to the alcove.

Louis seized upon this movement with eagerness, and addressing himself to the queen: "My mother," said he, "do you not acknowledge your son, since every one here has forgotten his king!" Anne of Austria started, and raised her arms towards Heaven, without being able to articulate a single word.
"My mother," said Philippe, with a calm voice, "do you not acknowledge your son ?" And this time, in his turn, Louis drew back.
As to Anne of Austria, struck suddenly in head and heart with fell remorse, she lost her equilibrium.

No one aiding her, for all were petrified, she sank back in her fauteuil, breathing a weak, trembling sigh.

Louis could not endure the spectacle and the affront.