At ten o’clock Anne of Austria had entered the king’s room. Monsieur had just retired, and the youthful Louis, remaining the last, was amusing himself by placing some lead soldiers in a line of battle, a game which delighted him much. Two royal pages were playing with him.
“Laporte,” said the queen, “it is time for his majesty to go to bed.”
The king asked to remain up, having, he said, no wish to sleep; but the queen was firm.
“Are you not going to-morrow morning at six o’clock, Louis, to bathe at Conflans? I think you wished to do so of your own accord?”
“You are right, madame,” said the king, “and I am ready to retire to my room when you have kissed me.