And now, sire, the years steal on and the day is coming when even you will be called upon to give an account of your actions, and of the innermost thoughts of your heart.

I would see you spend the time that is left to you, sire, in building up the Church, in showing a noble example to your subjects, and in repairing any evil which that example may have done in the past." The king sank back into his chair with a groan.

"Forever the same," said he.

"Why, you are worse than Father la Chaise and Bossuet." "Nay, nay," said she gaily, with the quick tact in which she never failed.

"I have wearied you, when you have stooped to honour my little room with your presence.