The conference was brief.
"Here's the King's order," I heard, in a haughty, careless tone.

"Open the door, fellow, and be quick." The door was flung open.

I sprang to my feet with a bow.

The Duke of Buckingham stood before me, surveying my person (in truth, my state was very dishevelled) and my quarters with supercilious amusement.

There was one chair, and I set it for him; he sat down, pulling off his lace-trimmed gloves.
"You are the gentleman I wanted ?" he asked.
"I have reason to suppose so, your Grace," I answered.
"Good," said he.