Soon, however, the magnificent King conceived an inexplicable disgust for his birthplace.

He quitted Saint Germains for Versailles, and expended sums almost fabulous in the vain attempt to create a paradise on a spot singularly sterile and unwholesome, all sand or mud, without wood, without water, and without game.

Saint Germains had now been selected to be the abode of the royal family of England.
Sumptuous furniture had been hastily sent in.

The nursery of the Prince of Wales had been carefully furnished with everything that an infant could require.

One of the attendants presented to the Queen the key of a superb casket which stood in her apartment.