Away with you! I do not need drunken, gossiping footmen in my service.

Away with you!" The footman slunk slowly away, his head hanging down, with difficulty restraining the tears which stood in large drops in his eyes.
The king followed him with his glance, which softened and grew gentler from sympathy.

"I pity him, the poor fellow! but I must teach him a lesson.

I want no gossips around me.

He need only wear the uniform two weeks or so, that will bring him to reason.