It is the way with such fellows.
Simon became a little confused under the combined influence of his own seductive memories and Sapt's brusque exhortations.
"As I was saying, madam," he resumed, "the boar led us a long way, but at last the hounds pulled him down, and his majesty himself gave the coup de grace.

Well, then it was very late." "It's no earlier now," grumbled the constable.
"And the king, although indeed, madam, his majesty was so gracious as to say that no huntsman whom his majesty had ever had, had given his majesty--" "God help us!" groaned the constable.
Simon shot an apprehensive apologetic glance at Colonel Sapt.

The constable was frowning ferociously.

In spite of the serious matters in hand I could not forbear a smile, while young Bernenstein broke into an audible laugh, which he tried to smother with his hand.
"Yes, the king was very tired, Simon ?" said the queen, at once encouraging him and bringing him back to the point with a woman's skill.
"Yes, madam, the king was very tired; and as we chanced to kill near the hunting-lodge--" I do not know whether Simon noticed any change in the manner of his audience.

But the queen looked up with parted lips, and I believe that we three all drew a step nearer him.