his arms with sleeves made of wadded silk, and then presented
him with kid gloves, also greased inside.

These mysteries of the royal toilet finished, they presented to
him his soup in a golden cup. Then Henri said a prayer, a short
one that night, and went to bed.

When settled there, he ordered them to carry away the flowers,
which were beginning to make the air sickly, and to open the
window for a moment. Then the valet closed the doors and curtains,
and called in Narcissus, the king's favorite dog, who, jumping on
the bed, settled himself at once on the king's feet. The valet
next put out the wax-lights, lowered the lamp, and went out softly.

Already, more tranquil and nonchalant than the lazy monks of
his kingdom in their fat abbeys, the King of France no longer
remembered that there was a France.--He slept.

Every noise was hushed, and one might have heard a bat fly in
the somber corridors of the Louvre.




CHAPTER VII.

HOW, WITHOUT ANY ONE KNOWING WHY, THE KING WAS CONVERTED BEFORE
THE NEXT DAY.

Three hours passed thus.