Pray, am I the chief of the army, or are you?
Take care, Louvois! I have warned you once before.

I tell you, man, that if I choose to promote one of my jack-boots to be the head of a brigade, you shall not hesitate to make out the papers.

Now go into the ante-room, and wait with the other witnesses until you are wanted." There had meanwhile been busy goings-on in the small room where the red lamp burned in front of the Virgin.

Francoise de Maintenon stood in the centre, a little flush of excitement on her cheeks, and an unwonted light in her placid gray eyes.

She was clad in a dress of shining white brocade, trimmed and slashed with silver serge, and fringed at the throat and arms with costly point lace.