It shall be done.

I, the King, have said it." And, hastily presenting the boy with half a crown, remarking, "For the war-chest of Notting Hill," he ran violently home at such a rate of speed that crowds followed him for miles.

On reaching his study, he ordered a cup of coffee, and plunged into profound meditation upon the project.

At length he called his favourite Equerry, Captain Bowler, for whom he had a deep affection, founded principally upon the shape of his whiskers.
"Bowler," he said, "isn't there some society of historical research, or something of which I am an honorary member ?" "Yes, sir," said Captain Bowler, rubbing his nose, "you are a member of 'The Encouragers of Egyptian Renaissance,' and 'The Teutonic Tombs Club,' and 'The Society for the Recovery of London Antiquities,' and--" "That is admirable," said the King.

"The London Antiquities does my trick.