"I like the idea of a Provost of Pump Street.

Why not let him alone ?" "And drop the whole scheme!" cried out Buck, with a burst of brutal spirit.

"I'll be damned if we do.No.

I'm for sending in workmen to pull down without more ado." "Strike for the purple Eagle!" cried the King, hot with historical associations.
"I'll tell you what it is," said Buck, losing his temper altogether.
"If your Majesty would spend less time in insulting respectable people with your silly coats-of-arms, and more time over the business of the nation--" The King's brow wrinkled thoughtfully.
"The situation is not bad," he said; "the haughty burgher defying the King in his own Palace.

The burgher's head should be thrown back and the right arm extended; the left may be lifted towards Heaven, but that I leave to your private religious sentiment.