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A King at Verrieres

           "Whenhereachedthecellinwhichthevaletswerecongregated,hesawthemitreintheirhands.Thesegentlemensuccumbedinspiteofthemselvestohisimperiouslook,andgavehimMonseigneur’smitre.

           Hefeltproudtocarryit.Ashecrossedthehallhewalkedslowly.Hehelditwithreverence.Hefoundthebishopseatedbeforetheglass,butfromtimetotime,hisrighthand,althoughfatigued,stillgaveablessing.Julienhelpedhimtoadjusthismitre.Thebishopshookhishead.

           "Ah!itwillkeepon,"hesaidtoJulienwithanairofsatisfaction."Doyoumindgoingalittlewayoff?"

           Thenthebishopwentveryquicklytothecentreoftheroom,thenapproachedthemirror,againresumedhisangrymanner,andgravelybegantogiveblessings.

           Julienwasmotionlesswithastonishment.Hewastemptedtounderstand,butdidnotdare.Thebishopstopped,andsuddenlyabandoninghisgravemannerlookedathimandsaid:

           "Whatdoyouthinkofmymitre,monsieur,isitonright?"

           "Quiteright,Monseigneur."

           "Itisnottoofarback?Thatwouldlookalittlesilly,butImustn’tontheotherhandwearitdownovertheeyeslikeanofficer’sshako."

           "Itseemstometobeonquiteright."

           "TheKingofisaccustomedtoavenerableclergywhoaredoubtlessverysolemn.Ishouldnotliketoappearlackingindignity,especiallybyreasonofmyyouth."

           Andthebishopstartedagaintowalkaboutandgivebenedictions.

           "Itisquiteclear,"saidJulien,daringtounderstandatlast,"Heispractisinggivinghisbenediction."

           "Iamready,"thebishopsaidafterafewmoments.

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