a heart created by God! You save me, my brother; and if you should ever stand in need of the life you restored me, demand it.”

“Silence, my brother, — silence!” said Louis, in a suppressed voice. “Take care that no one hears you! We have not obtained our end yet. To ask money of Mazarin — that is worse than traversing the enchanted forest, each tree of which inclosed a demon. It is more than setting out to conquer a world.”

“But yet, sire, when you ask it — ”

“I have already told you that I never asked,” replied Louis with a haughtiness that made the king of England turn pale.

And the latter, like a wounded man, made a retreating movement — ”Pardon me, my brother,”