“He is so,” the baron said.  “He will know that you could not be prepared for an audience, and doubtless he will receive you in his private closet.”

On ascending the grand staircase, the baron gave his name to one of the court chamberlains.

“I have orders,” the latter said, “to take you at once, on your presenting yourself, to His Majesty’s closet, instead of entering the audience chamber.”

They were conducted along a private passage, of considerable length.  On arriving at a door, the chamberlain asked them to wait, while he went inside to ascertain whether His Majesty was disengaged.

“His Majesty will see you in a few minutes, Baron,” he said, when he came out.  “The Duc d’Orleans is with him, but, hearing your name announced for a private audience, he is taking his leave.”

In two or three minutes a handbell sounded in the room, and the chamberlain, who at once entered, returned in a moment, and conducted the baron and Desmond into the king’s private apartment.

“Allow me to present, to Your Majesty,” the former said, “Monsieur Desmond Kennedy, an officer in O’Brien’s regiment, and an Irish gentleman of good family.”

The king, who was now far advanced in life, looked at the young man with some surprise.

“I had expected to see an older man,” he said.

“Though you told me, Baron, he was but an ensign, I looked to see a man of the same type as so many of my gallant Irish officers, ready for any desperate service.

“So, young sir, you have begun early, indeed, to play havoc among my liege subjects, for I hear that you, and a soldier with you, slew four of them.”

“Hardly your liege subjects, Your Majesty, if I may venture to say so; for, assuredly, they were not engaged in lawful proceedings, when I came upon them.”

A slight smile crossed the king’s face.  He was accustomed to adulation, and the simple frankness with which this young soldier ventured to discuss the propriety of the word he used surprised and amused him.

“You are right, sir.  These fellows, who are ready to undertake any service, however criminal, for which they are paid, certainly do not deserve to be called liege subjects.  Now, I would hear from, your own lips, how it was that you thrust yourself into a matter with which you had no concern; being wholly ignorant, I understand, that the lady whose voice you heard was Mademoiselle Pointdexter.”

“The matter was very simple, Sire.  Having joined the regiment but a few months, and being naturally anxious to perfect myself in exercises in arms, I have but little time to stir out, during the day, and of an evening I frequently go for long rambles, taking with me my soldier servant.  I had, that evening, gone farther than usual, the night being fair and the weather balmy, and naturally, when I heard the cry of a woman in distress, I determined to see what had happened, as it might well be that murder was being done.”