agreeable air, a change of countenance which inspired the king with the greatest joy; and when Louis was seated, —

“Sire,” said the cardinal, “I ought certainly to listen to your majesty standing, but the violence of my complaint — ”

“No ceremony between us, my dear monsieur le cardinal,” said Louis kindly: “I am your pupil, and not the king, you know very well, and this evening in particular, as I come to you as a petitioner, as a solicitor, and one very humble, and desirous to be kindly received, too.”

Mazarin, seeing the heightened color of the king, was confirmed in his first idea; that is to say, that love thoughts were hidden under all these fine words. This time, political cunning, as