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His Majesty King Louis XIII

           AsforM.deTreville,whentheeyesofthekingfelluponhim,hesustainedthelookwithsomuchfirmnessthatitwasthekingwhodroppedhiseyes;afterwhichhisMajesty,grumbling,enteredhisapartment.

           "Mattersgobutbadly,"saidAthos,smiling;"andweshallnotbemadeChevaliersoftheOrderthistime."

           "Waitheretenminutes,"saidM.deTreville;"andifattheexpirationoftenminutesyoudonotseemecomeout,returntomyhotel,foritwillbeuselessforyoutowaitformelonger."

           Thefouryoungmenwaitedtenminutes,aquarterofanhour,twentyminutes;andseeingthatM.deTrevilledidnotreturn,wentawayveryuneasyastowhatwasgoingtohappen.

           M.deTrevilleenteredtheking’scabinetboldly,andfoundhisMajestyinaveryillhumor,seatedonanarmchair,beatinghisbootwiththehandleofhiswhip.This,however,didnotpreventhisasking,withthegreatestcoolness,afterhisMajesty’shealth.

           "Bad,monsieur,bad!"repliedtheking;"Iambored."

           Thiswas,infact,theworstcomplaintofLouisXIII,whowouldsometimestakeoneofhiscourtierstoawindowandsay,"MonsieurSo-and-so,letuswearyourselvestogether."

           "How!YourMajestyisbored?Haveyounotenjoyedthepleasuresofthechasetoday?"

           "Afinepleasure,indeed,monsieur!Uponmysoul,everythingdegenerates;andIdon’tknowwhetheritisthegamewhichleavesnoscent,orthedogsthathavenonoses.Westartedastagoftenbranches.

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