He stood before me, livid of face and with hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"Did you expect me to keep such a matter silent?
Even had I been so inclined it had not been easy, for His Majesty had questions to ask me.

From what the King said, monsieur, you may count upon mounting the scaffold in my stead.

So be advised, and make your will without delay, if you would have your heirs enjoy my Picardy chateau." I have seen terror and anger distort men's countenances, but never have I seen aught to compare with the disorder of Chatellerault at that moment.

He stamped and raved and fumed.

He poured forth a thousand ordures of speech in his frenzy; he heaped insults upon me and imprecations upon the King, whose lapdog he pronounced me.