The king saw Dumouriez once again--it was the last time.

The farewell between the monarch and his minister was affecting.
"You are going to the army ?" said the king.

"Yes, sire," replied Dumouriez, "and I should leave with joy this fearful city, if I had not a feeling of the dangers impending over your majesty.

Deign to listen to me, sire; I am never destined to see you again.

I am fifty-three years of age, and have much experience.