And now that the whole court was eagerly looking for some indication of his conduct under the new honours and duties which had this day devolved upon him, he was not long in satisfying their curiosity in a decided and significant manner.
Glancing for a moment among the gay throng which surrounded him, his eye lit on a grave, dignified man, with clear eye and firm mouth, now advanced in years, and clad in the robes of a judge.
King Henry stepped towards him, and, with a friendly smile, took him by the hand.
"Good Master Gascoigne," he said, "I know you of old.

What my father said of you, let me say too, in the hearing of all these people.

_Happy is the king that has such a man who dares to execute justice even on the king's son_.

You did well by me when you once committed me to prison; you shall still be my councillor and the trusted guardian of my laws." The judge bowed low as he replied, "My lord, your father added yet another word to that you have yourself recalled.

_Happy_, said he, _the king that has such a son, who will submit even his princely self to the hand of justice_." And a tear stood in the grave man's eye as he kissed the hand of him who had once been his prisoner, but was now his king and his friend..