It may have been only the pettishness of a young man, sick of the constant tutelage to which he is subjected, and the ennui of the life he leads, rather than the earnestness of a noble spirit.
"Of course, Kennedy, I need not tell you that it would be well to make no mention, to anyone, of the scene that you have witnessed." "I shall certainly make no mention of it to anyone, sir.

I am sorry, indeed, for the young king.

His life must be a dreadful one, conscious of the impossibility of breaking the bonds in which he is held, and knowing that his every word and action will be reported, by spies, to the King of France." For three months, Desmond Kennedy worked hard at drill and sword exercise.

He became a general favourite in the regiment, owing to his good temper, high spirits, and readiness to join in everything that was going on.
He went over, several times, to Saint Germain.

At first, the king's counsellors looked but coldly upon him, and he would have ceased to come there, had it not been for the unaffected pleasure shown by the king at his visits.