“We are not very rich, sire.  But there is one way in which money may very readily be gained.  There was some talk this morning about the Huguenots, and whether they should dwell any longer in this Catholic kingdom.  Now, if they are driven out, and if their property were taken by the state, then indeed your Majesty would at once become the richest monarch in Christendom.”

“But you were against it this morning, Louvois?”

“I had not had time to think of it, sire.”

“You mean that Father la Chaise and the bishop had not had time to get at you,” said Louis sharply.  “Ah, Louvois, I have not lived with a court round me all these years without learning how things are done.  It is a word to him, and so on to another, and so to a third, and so to the king.  When my good fathers of the Church have set themselves to bring anything to pass, I see traces of them at every turn, as one traces a mole by the dirt which it has thrown up.  But I will not be moved against my own reason to do wrong to those who, however mistaken they may be, are still the subjects whom God has given me.”

“I would not have you do so, sire,” cried Louvois in confusion.  The king’s accusation had been so true that he had been unable at the moment even to protest.

“I know but one person,” continued Louis, glancing across at Madame de Maintenon, “who has no ambitions, who desires neither wealth nor preferment, and who can therefore never be bribed to sacrifice my interests.  That is why I value that person’s opinion so highly.”  He smiled at the lady as he spoke, while his minister cast a glance at her which showed the jealousy which ate into his soul.

“It was my duty to point this out to you, sire, not as a suggestion, but as a possibility,” said he, rising.  “I fear that I have already taken up too much of your Majesty’s time, and I shall now withdraw.”  Bowing slightly to the lady, and profoundly to the monarch, he walked from the room.

“Louvois grows intolerable,” said the king.  “I know not where his insolence will end.  Were it not that he is an excellent servant, I should have sent him from the court before this.  He has his own opinions upon everything.  It was but the other day that he would have it that I was wrong when I said that one of the windows in the Trianon was smaller than any of the others.  It was the same size, said he.  I brought Le Metre with his measures, and of course the window was, as I had said, too small.  But I see by your clock that it is four o’clock.  I must go.”

“My clock, sire, is half an hour slow.”

“Half an hour!” The king looked dismayed for an instant, and then began to laugh.  “Nay, in that case,” said he, “I had best remain where I am, for it is too late to go, and I can say with a clear conscience that it was the clock’s fault rather than mine.”

“I trust that it was nothing of very great importance, sire,” said the lady, with a look of demure triumph in her eyes.