The united kings of Europe have never dared to speak to me as you have spoken to-day.
You have insulted me in my own palace--me, Louis, the king.

Such things are not done twice, madame.

Your insolence has carried you too far this time.

You thought that because I was forbearing, I was therefore weak.
It appeared to you that if you only humoured me one moment, you might treat me as if I were your equal the next, for that this poor puppet of a king could always be bent this way or that.

You see your mistake now.
At six o'clock you leave Versailles forever." His eyes flashed, and his small upright figure seemed to swell in the violence of his indignation, while she leaned away from him, one hand across her eyes and one thrown forward, as if to screen her from that angry gaze.
"Oh, I have been wicked!" she cried.