"Cannot the King do any thing?" said the Prince. "The King can do very little," said Louis XVIII. "When your majesty says 'I will--'" "Others say, 'We will not.'" "Who will dare to use such language?" "The true Kings of France--the ministers--for they are responsible while I am not. To tell the fact, though, I have credit with them and will use it--" "Yet the King is King," said the Prince. "Ah, Prince!" said Louis XVIII, "I see plainly enough that you do not read my books. What could you say worse to an author? Open the charter and look--here it is: '_He reigns, but does not govern_.' This is my Bible, my code--and I can accuse no one but myself, if I do sigh sometimes. For all this emanates from me, and was conceived and written by my own hand. Unfortunately," said he, with bitterness, "in France every thing is interpreted literally." "The favor I ask your majesty to grant me will I hope be within your reserved powers. Count Monte-Leone, a noble Neapolitan of my acquaintance, has been accused, beyond doubt unjustly, of political plots, and been abruptly ordered to leave France. I come to ask the king to remit this mortification." "Ah, ah!" said Louis XVIII, gravely, "an anarchist. This is serious, very serious. Perhaps the safety of the monarchy depends on this, as the _Timid_[3] say. My dear brother retails a conspiracy a day to me; perhaps, after all, he is not far wrong. I will see, Prince. I will examine and consult a very important personage, without whom I cannot act." "Will his Majesty," said the usher, who had just arrived, "receive the prime minister?" "Exactly," said the King, "that is the person of whom I spoke." "Go in there," said the King to the Prince, pointing to the waiting-room. "You shall have my, or rather his, answer, in a quarter of an hour. The result though will be the same." The Prince obeyed, and his excellency the prime minister was received. XIX. A REVELATION. The audience the King gave his prime minister lasted nearly an hour. M. de Maulear began to grow impatient at his long delay, when the usher came to tell him the King waited for him.... When the Prince entered, Louis XVIII. had a smile on his lips. A skilful observer of countenances would however have remarked a shade of malice. "You are then very fond of Count Monte-Leone?" said the King to the Prince, again telling him to be seated. "Very, Sire," said the Prince. "Signor Monte-Leone is really a nobleman, with old blood, a kind heart, brilliant mind, and elegant manners. One of a race now rare. If your Majesty would but permit me to present him to you--" "No, no," said the King; "I had rather not. Besides," continued he, "with his reputation as a dreamer and a revolutionist, as an enemy of our cousin Fernando of Naples--" "The Count is in the way of conversion, Sire; and if the important person to whom your Majesty yields will suffer us to keep the Count in Paris, I am sure we will soon be able to restore him to favor."