“You have been driven away!” exclaimed the king. “This is the second time I have heard that said.”

“I have been driven away with shame and ignominy, sire. You see, then, that I have no other protector but Heaven, no consolation but prayer, and this cloister is my only refuge.”

“My palace, my whole court, shall be your park of peace. Oh! fear nothing further now, Louise; those — be they men or women — who yesterday drove you away, shall to-morrow tremble before you — to-morrow, do I say? nay, this very day I have already shown my displeasure — have already threatened. It is in my power, even now, to hurl the thunderbolt I have hitherto withheld.

Louise, Louise, you shall be bitterly