At nine, Bruhl himself arrives, for Privy Council: 'What is your Majesty pleased to think on these points of current business ?' Majesty serenely issues his thoughts, in the form of orders; which are found correct to pattern.

This is the process with his Majesty.

A poor Majesty, taking deeply into tobacco; this is the way they have him benetted, as in a dark cocoon of cobwebs, rendering the whole world invisible to him.

Which cunning arrangement is more and more perfected every year; so that on all roads he travels, be it to mass, to hunt, to dinner, any-whither in his Palace or out of it, there are faithful creatures keeping eye, who admit no unsafe man to the least glimpse of him by night or by day.

In this manner he goes on; and before the end of him, twenty years hence, has carried it far.