All this I noticed somewhat of, even from the gallery, though he was all a-sweat with his exercise.
I had left word with one of the men below as to my name and my business; and when the game was ended and the Duke went out, I remained still upstairs for a little, thinking that perhaps another would be played, and then perhaps he would send for me.

But a servant came up presently and told me I was to follow to the Stone Gallery, where the Duke would walk for a while before changing his clothes, as his custom was.

This Stone Gallery, as I had seen, was roofed, with skylights in it, and had presses of books all along the walls, together with collections of all kinds.
When I came to the Gallery he was at the further end, walking with Sir Robert Murray, as I learned afterwards, who was a very earnest Protestant, but always at Court; but when he saw me he sent Sir Robert away and beckoned to me to come.

So I went up to him and kissed his hand, and he bade me walk with him for a little.

(He had put on a cloak and hat to prevent his taking cold.) Now his manner was wholly different from His Majesty's.