"I will watch you myself. You shall have a bed in my room, and
we will talk all night."

"Oh!" cried St Luc, "you see me ill, and you want to keep me from
sleeping. That is a singular way to treat your patient, doctor."

"But you cannot be left alone, suffering as you are."

"Sire, I have my page, Jean."

"But he sleeps."

"That is what I like best, then he will not disturb me."

"Well, come and assist at my going to bed."

"Then I shall be free to come back to bed?"

"Perfectly."

"Well, so be it. But I shall make a bad courtier, I assure you;
I am dying with sleep."

"You shall yawn at your ease."

"Sire, if your majesty will leave me, I will be with you in five
minutes."

"Well, then, five minutes, but no longer."