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Quentin, where is your son?" "He had been with you long ago, Sire, but for the bright eyes of a lady of the League. And now she comes to tell me my page tells me he is in the Bastille." "Ventre-saint-gris! And how has that calamity befallen?"
He started, muttered something to his wife, and, quick as thought, he kicked the light out, leaving the shed in darkness. Cursing him for an ill-conditioned fellow, I walked back to the fire, laughing. In a twinkling he followed me, his face dark with rage. 'VENTRE-SAINT-GRIS! he exclaimed, thrusting himself close to me. 'Is not a man's house his own?
You seem to me so worthy of confidence that I offer you the post of connetable; you will not betray me like the other." The prince to whom Charles IX. had addressed himself, struck his hand into that of the king, exclaiming: "Ventre-saint-gris! brother; this is enough to make me forget many wrongs. But, sire, the head cannot march without the tail, and ours is a long tail to drag.
"Well, my dear friend, Louis XIV. always has the heart-ache; it is deplorable to see a king sighing from morning till night without saying once in the course of the day, ventre-saint-gris! corboef! or anything to rouse one." "Was that the reason why you quitted the service, monsieur le chevalier?" "Yes."
It was in a promotion of this sort that she exalted Henri IV. It was thus that the people's king, purified by M. Legouvé, found his "ventre-saint-gris" ignominiously banished from his mouth by two sentences, and that he was reduced, like the girl in the old fabliau, to the necessity of letting fall from those royal lips only pearls and sapphires and rubies: the apotheosis of falsity, in very truth.
But since she wants your son she shall have him, ventre-saint-gris, if I storm Paris to-morrow!" And as Monsieur was carrying her from the room, the king bent over and kissed her. "Mademoiselle has dropped a packet from her dress," M. de Rosny said. "Will you take it, St. Quentin?" The king, who was nearest, turned to pass it to him; at the sight of it he uttered his dear "ventre-saint-gris!"
As soon as he knew, on the 26th of August, that the king was approaching Dieppe, he went with the principal inhabitants to meet him, and presented to him the keys of the place, saying, "I come to salute my lord and hand over to him the government of this city." "Ventre-saint-gris!" answered Henry IV., "I know nobody more worthy of it than you are!" The Dieppese overflowed with felicitations.
"Well, my dear friend, Louis XIV. always has the heartache; it is deplorable to see a king sighing from morning till night without saying once in course of the day, ventre-saint-gris! corboeuf! or anything to rouse one." "Was that the reason why you quitted the service, monsieur le chevalier?" "Yes."
"If I ever desert you, I am a dog, Sire! But the fighting is not all done. I will capture you a flag yet." "Perhaps. I much fear me there's life in Mayenne still." M. Étienne, not venturing to rise, yet lifted beseeching eyes to the king's. "What! you want to get away from me, ventre-saint-gris!"
"Without reckoning," said Athos, "that if he had not rescued me from the hands of Cahusac, I should not now have the honor of making my very humble reverence to your Majesty." "Why he is a very devil, this Bearnais! VENTRE-SAINT-GRIS, Monsieur de Treville, as the king my father would have said. But at this sort of work, many doublets must be slashed and many swords broken.
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