He was in one of his fine suits too, for to-day was Saturday; and as it was hot weather his suit was all of thin silk, puce-coloured, with yellow lace; and he carried a long cane in his ringed hand.

He might not have had a care in the world, to all appearances; and he smiled at me, as if I were but just come back from a day in the country.
"Well, Mr.Mallock"-- he said; and put out his hand to be kissed.
Now I had determined not to kiss his hand--whatever the consequences might be; but when I saw him like that I could do no otherwise; for my love and my pity for him--( if I may use such a word of a subject towards his Sovereign)--surged up again, which I thought were dead for ever; so I was on my knees in an instant, and I kissed his brown hand and smelled the faint violet essence which he used.

Then, before I could say anything, he had me down in a chair, and himself in another, and was beginning to talk.

(Mr.Chiffinch was gone out; but I had not seen him go.) "It is a bloody business," he said sorrowfully--"a very bloody business.
But what else could be done?
If I had not consented, I would be no longer King; but off on my travels again; and all England in confusion.
However; that is as it may be.

What do you want to see me for, Mr.
Mallock ?" He spoke so kindly to me, and with such feeling too, and his condescension seemed to me so infinite in his coming here to wait upon me--( though this was very often his custom, I think, when he wished to see a man or a woman in private)--that I determined to put off my announcement to him that I could no longer be in his service.