In his intercourse with the King, he colored himself, as it were, with the King's character.

He was not himself, but Philip; not the sullen, hesitating, confused Philip, however, but Philip endowed with eloquence, readiness, facility.

The King ever found himself anticipated with the most delicate obsequiousness, beheld his struggling ideas change into winged words without ceasing to be his own.

No flattery could be more adroit.

The bishop accommodated himself to the King's epistolary habits.