The whole court has been on its knees to me to entreat me to change my intention." The Jesuit looked at him anxiously out of his keen gray eyes.
"Fortunately, your Majesty is a man of strong will," said he, "and not to be so easily swayed as they think." "No, no, I did not give an inch.

But still, it must be confessed that it is very unpleasant to have so many against one.

I think that most men would have been shaken." "Now is the time to stand firm, sire; Satan rages to see you passing out of his power, and he stirs up all his friends and sends all his emissaries to endeavour to detain you." But the king was not in a humour to be easily consoled.
"Upon my word, father," said he, "you do not seem to have much respect for my family.

My brother and my son, with the Abbe Fenelon and the Minister of War, are the emissaries to whom you allude." "Then there is the more credit to your Majesty for having resisted them.
You have done nobly, sire.

You have earned the praise and blessing of Holy Church." "I trust that what I have done is right, father," said the king gravely.
"I should be glad to see you again later in the evening, but at present I desire a little leisure for solitary thought." Father la Chaise left the cabinet with a deep distrust of the king's intentions.