It has kept that place always since.

I have had no compliment, no praise, no tribute from any source, that was so precious to me as this one was and still is.

As I read it _now_, after all these many years, it is still a king's message to me, and brings me the same dear surprise it brought me then--with the pathos added, of the thought that the eager and hasty hand that sketched it and scrawled it will not touch mine again--and I feel as the humble and unexpectant must feel when their eyes fall upon the edict that raises them to the ranks of the noble.
Yesterday while I was rummaging in a pile of ancient note-books of mine which I had not seen for years, I came across a reference to that biography.

It is quite evident that several times, at breakfast and dinner, in those long-past days, I was posing for the biography.

In fact, I clearly remember that I _was_ doing that--and I also remember that Susy detected it.