We went straight up the stairs, and across the same ante-room; and Mr.Chiffinch flung open the door of the same little closet where I had spoken with the King, speaking my name as he did so.
His Majesty was sitting in the very same place where he sat before, with his chair wheeled about, so that he faced three men.

One of them I knew at once, for my cousin had pointed him out to me in the park--my Lord Danby, who was Lord Treasurer at this time--and he was sitting at the end of the great table, nearest to the King: on the other side of the table, nearer to me as I entered, were two men, upon whom I had never set eyes before--one of them, a little man in the dress of an apothecary or attorney; and the other a foolish-looking minister in his cassock and bands.

All four turned their eyes upon me as I came in, and then the two who were standing, turned them back again towards His Majesty.

There was a heap of papers on the table below my Lord Danby's hand.
His Majesty made a little inclination of his head to me, but said nothing, putting out his hand; and when I had kissed it, and stood back with the other two, he continued speaking as if I were not there.

His face had a look, as if he were a little _ennuye_, and yet a little merry too.
"Continue, my Lord," he said.
"Now, doctor," said my Lord, in a patient kind of voice as if he encouraged the other, "you tell us that all these papers were thrust under your door.