Arthur Conan Doyle,
The Refugees — Chapter XII
(1893)
“ But the king had little breathing space. His assailants knew that with persistence they had bent his will before, and they trusted that they might do so again. It was Louvois, the minister, now who entered the room, with his majestic port, his lofty bearing, his huge wig, and his aristocratic face, which, however, showed some signs of trepidation as it met the baleful eye of the king."Well, Louvois, what now?" he asked impatiently. "Has some new state matter arisen?""There is but one new state matter which has arisen, sire, but it is of such importance as to banish all others from our mind." ”
