"'I thought it was Saxon; but, instead of two swords [the Saxon mark], I see only one, which is well worth both of them.' KING.

"'It is a sceptre.' EGO.

"'I beg your Majesty's pardon; but it is so much like a sword, that one could easily mistake it for one.' And such was really the case.

This, it, is known, is the mark of the Berlin china.

As the King sometimes PLAYED KING, and thought himself, sometimes, extremely magnificent while taking up a walking-stick or snuffbox with a few wretched little diamonds running after one another on it, I don't quite know whether he was infinitely pleased with my little allegory.
"One day, as I entered his room, he came towards me, saying, 'I tremble to announce bad news to you.