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"Sire! sire!" be cried in despair

The door closed again He no longer saw anything, and heard only the hoarse voice of the turnkey, singing in his ears this ditty,-"~Maître Jean Balue, A perdu la vue De ses évêchés Monsieur de Verdun N'en a plus pas un; Tous sont dépêchés~"Master Jean Balue has lost sight of his bishoprics Monsieur of Verdun has no longer one; all have been killed off

The king reascended in silence to his retreat, and his suite followed hiroans of the condemned man All at once his majesty turned to the Governor of the Bastille,-"By the way," said he, "was there not soovernor, astounded by the question

"And as it?"

"Monsieur the Bishop of Verdun"

The king knew this better than any one else But it was a mania of his

"Ah!" said he, with the innocent air of thinking of it for the first time, "Guillaume de Harancourt, the friend of Monsieur the Cardinal Balue A good devil of a bishop!"

At the expiration of a few ain, then closed upon the five personages who of this chapter, and who resumed their places, their whispered conversations, and their attitudes

During the king's absence, several despatches had been placed on his table, and he broke the seals hian to read then to Master Olivier who appeared to exercise the office ofto hian to dictate in a low voice, the replies which the latter wrote, on his knees, in an inconvenient attitude before the table

Guillau spoke so low that the Fle of his dictation, except soible scraps, such as,-"To maintain the fertile places by colish lords our four bo-en-Bresse, Saint- O made more judiciously now--To Monsieur de Bressuire, our friend--Armies cannot be maintained without tribute, etc

Once he raised his voice,-"~Pasque Dieu~! Monsieur the King of Sicily seals his letters with yelloax, like a king of France Perhaps we are in the wrong to perranted no arrandeur of houses is assured by the integrity of prerogatives Note this, friend Olivier"