There are my cousin Montmorency and the others to be dealt with, and we are holding no levees, countenancing no revels.
But come to me when you will, and I will see you.

Adieu!" I murmured my thanks, and very deep and sincere were they.

Then, having kissed his hand, I left him.
Louis XIII is a man who lacks not maligners.

Of how history may come to speak of him it is not mine to hazard.

But this I can say, that I, at least, did never find him other than a just and kindly master, an upright gentleman, capricious at times and wilful, as must inevitably be the case with such spoilt children of fortune as are princes, but of lofty ideals and high principles.