The diplomat evinced no sign of impatience.
"Come with me," said the king, rising quickly.

"I will no longer dream.
I will act.

Come." The diplomat nodded approvingly; and together they marched toward the palace.

The bulldog trotted on behind, his pink tongue lolling out of his black mouth, a white tusk or two gleaming on each side.

The Lieutenant of the cuirassiers saluted as they passed him, and, when they had gone some distance, swung in behind.