"What news ?" "Mironsac tells me that His Majesty is more overwrought than he has ever seen him.

You are to come to the Palace at once.

I have an order here from the King." We went in a coach, and with all privacy, for he informed me that His Majesty desired the affair to be kept secret, having ends of his own to serve thereby.
I was left to wait some moments in an ante-chamber, whilst Castelroux announced me to the King; then I was ushered into a small apartment, furnished very sumptuously in crimson and gold, and evidently set apart for His Majesty's studies or devotions.

As I entered, Louis's back was towards me.

He was standing--a tall, spare figure in black--leaning against the frame of a window, his head supported on his raised left arm and his eyes intent upon the gardens below.
He remained so until Castelroux had withdrawn and the door had closed again; then, turning suddenly, he confronted me, his back to the light, so that his face was in a shadow that heightened its gloom and wonted weariness.
"Voila, Monsieur de Bardelys!" was his greeting, and unfriendly.