Ten Years Later: Louise de la Valliere by Alexandre Dumas Chapter 27 Page 7

“Early in the morning.”

“Eleven o’clock?”

“That is too late — say nine o’clock.”

“That will be too early, sire.”

“For friends, that would be a matter of no importance; one does what one likes with one’s friends; but for one’s enemies, in that case nothing could be better than if they were to feel hurt.

I should not be sorry, I confess, to have to finish altogether with these marsh-birds, who annoy me with their cries.”

“It shall be precisely as your majesty desires. At nine o’clock, therefore — I will give the necessary orders. Is it to be a formal audience?”