He knew that Louis XIV.

loved her, and he promised himself to love her likewise, and not to prove a scourge to her old age.

He contemplated his brother with a tenderness easily to be understood.
The latter had usurped nothing, had cast no shades athwart his life.

A separate tree, he allowed the stem to rise without heeding its elevation or majestic life.

Philippe promised himself to be a kind brother to this prince, who required nothing but gold to minister to his pleasures.