place.

"Now, go to my chair, and leave all to me."

Henri obeyed; he began to understand.

"You do not reply," said the voice; "you are hardened in sin."

"Oh! pardon! pardon!" cried Chicot, imitating the king's voice.
Then he whispered to Henri, "It is droll that the angel does
not know me."

"What can it mean?"

"Wait."

"Wretch!" said the voice.

"Yes, I confess," said Chicot; "I am a hardened sinner, a dreadful
sinner."

"Then acknowledge your crimes, and repent."

"I acknowledge to have been a great traitor to my cousin Conde,
whose wife I seduced."

"Oh! hush," said the king, "that is so long ago."

"I acknowledge," continued Chicot, "to have been a great rogue
to the Poles, who chose me for king, and whom I abandoned one