The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Huguenots -- Fiction
He paused to speak for a moment with several persons as he passed,
stood at the lansquenet table where his brother and his son were
seated, dropped an occasional word, always graceful and agreeable, at
two or three of the other tables, and then paused for a moment and
looked up and down the rooms, evidently feeling himself, what his
whole people believed him to be, the greatest monarch that ever trod
the earth. There was something, indeed, it must be acknowledged, in
the mighty splendour of the scene around--in the inestimable amount of
the earth's treasures there collected--in the blaze of light, the
distant sound of the music, the dazzling loveliness of many there
present--the courage, the learning, the talent, the genius collected
in those halls; and in the knowledge that there was scarcely a man
present who would not shed the last drop of his heart's blood in the
defence of his King, there was something that might well turn giddy
the brain of any man who felt himself placed on that awful pinnacle of
power and greatness. Louis, however, was well accustomed to it, and,
like the child and the lion, he had become familiar from youth with
things which might make other men tremble. Thus he paused but for a
moment to remark and to enjoy, and then advanced again through the
apartments.
The next person that his eye fell upon was the Count de Morseiul; and
his countenance showed in a moment how true had been the prophecy of
the Prince de Marsillac, that a great change would take place in his
feelings. He now smiled graciously upon the young Count, and paused to
speak with him.
"I trust to see you often here, Monsieur de Morseiul," he said.
"I shall not fail, Sire," the Count replied, "to pay my duty to your
majesty as often as I am permitted to do so."
"Then you do not return soon to Poitou, Monsieur le Comte?" said the
King.
"I have thought it so improbable that I should do so, Sire," replied
the Count, who evidently saw that Louvois had not failed to report his
letter, "that I have taken a hotel here, and have sent for my
attendants this day. If I hoped that my presence in Poitou could be of
any service to your majesty----"
"It may be, it may be, Count, in time to come," replied the King. "In
the mean time we will try to amuse you well here. I have heard that
you are one of the best billiard-players in France. Follow me now to
the billiard room, and, though I am out of practice, I will try a
stroke or two with you."
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