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"How much doth your roof cost?"

"Why a roof of copper, eilt, two thousand livres at the , "He never draws out one of my teeth which is not a diao to the devil, but cure me"

Jacques Coictier bowed low and said,-"Sire, it is a repellent which will save you We will apply to your loins the great defensive coar You will continue your ptisan and ill answer for your nat alone Master Olivier, perceiving the king to be in a liberalthe moment to be propitious, approached in his turn

"Sire--"

"What is it now?" said Louis XI

"Sire, your majesty knoweth that Si in the matter of the courts of the treasury"

"Well?"

"Sire, his place is vacant"

As he spoke thus, Master Olivier's haughty face quitted its arrogant expression for a lowly one It is the only change which ever takes place in a courtier's visage The king looked him well in the face and said in a dry tone,--"I understand"

He resumed, "Master Olivier, the Marshal de Boucicaut ont to say, 'There's no , there are no fishes save in the sea' I see that you agree with Monsieur de Boucicaut Now listen to this; we have a good uardian of the fortress of the bridge of Saint-Cloud, at a hundred livres of Tournay in wages (you wanted theeole, we instituted you keeper of the Wood of Vincennes, in the place of Gilbert Acle, equerry; in '75, gruyer of the forest of Rouvray-lez- Saint-Cloud, in the place of Jacques le Maire; in '78, we graciously settled on you, by letters patent sealed doubly with green wax, an income of ten livres parisis, for you and your wife, on the Place of the Merchants, situated at the School Saint-Gerruyer of the forest of Senart, in place of that poor Jehan Daiz; then captain of the Château of Loches; then governor of Saint- Quentin; then captain of the bridge of Meulan, of which you cause yourself to be called comte Out of the five sols fine paid by every barber who shaves on a festival day, there are three sols for you and we have the rest We have been good enough to change your name of Le Mauvais (The Evil), which resereat displeasure of our nobility, arive you the breast of a peacock ~Pasque-Dieu~! Are not you surfeited? Is not the draught of fishes sufficiently fine and miraculous? Are you not afraid that one salossip Ruin and disgrace always press hard on the heels of pride Consider this and hold your tongue"