Why, my lord,"-- frankly crossing his legs where he lay--"the king, who receives his embassadors with a majestic toss of the head, may have just recovered from the tooth- ache.

That thought should cant over the spine he bears so bravely." "Have a care, sir! there is a king within hearing." "Pardon, my lord; I was merely availing myself of the immunity bestowed upon the company.

Hereafter, permit a subject to rebel against your sociable decrees.

I will not be so frank any more." "Well put, Babbalanja; come nearer; here, cross your legs by mine; you have risen a cubit in my regard.

Vee-Vee, bring us that gourd of wine; so, pass it round with the cups.