You should have seen with what hasty impatience the king rushed in, then suddenly, at the sight of her, staggered back and stared at the princess.

Slowly retiring, he silently thrust into my hand the rich present that he had brought, while at the same time he threw a look of flaming wrath on Lord Cromwell, who had brought him the portrait of the princess and won him to this marriage.
The romantic, ardent lover vanished with this look at his beloved.

He approached the princess again--this time not as a cavalier, but, with harsh and hasty words, he told her he was the king himself.

He bade her welcome in a few words, and gave her a cold, formal embrace.

He then hastily took my hand and drew me out of the room, beckoning the rest to follow him.