Go back to Meudon, sir, this instant, and never dare to open your mouth again on the subject.

Away, I say! When, in God's good time, you are king of this country, you may claim your own way, but until then do not venture to cross the plans of one who is both your parent and your monarch." The young man bowed low, and walked with dignity from the chamber; but he turned with his hand upon the door.
"The Abbe Fenelon came with me, sire.

Is it your pleasure to see him ?" "Away! away!" cried the king furiously, still striding up and down the room with angry face and flashing eyes.

The dauphin left the cabinet, and was instantly succeeded by a tall thin priest, some forty years of age, strikingly handsome, with a pale refined face, large well-marked features, and the easy deferential bearing of one who has had a long training in courts.

The king turned sharply upon him, and looked hard at him with a distrustful eye.
"Good-day, Abbe Fenelon," said he.