He smiled a little at me, but did not move, except to put out his hand.

I came across the floor, kneeled and kissed his hand, then, at a motion from him, stood up again.
"So you are Mr.Roger Mallock," he said.

"Welcome to England, Mr.Roger Mallock.

You bring good news of His Holiness, I hope." "His Holiness does very well, Sir," I said.
"We should all do as well if we were as holy," said the King.

"And you come to look after my soul, I am informed." (He said this with a kind of gravity that can scarcely be believed.) "I am no priest, Sir," I said, "if you mean that.