We continued to gaze at him with expectant eyes.
He gave himself up to the vigorous enjoyment of his pipe for a silent minute or two.

Then picking up the thread of his story he told us how he had started hot foot for Tower Hill.

He had not been that way since the day of his examination--the finest day of his life--the day of his overweening pride.

It was very different now.

He would not have called the Queen his cousin, still, but this time it was from a sense of profound abasement.