We shook hands, and I tell you his fingers were like pieces of burning coal.

Just as I was moving, some one knocked at the door.

Then he began to storm again, kicked his chair over, threw a paperweight at the window, and talked such nonsense that I couldn't follow him.

I unlocked the door myself and found the doctor there.
I contrived to look as frightened as possible.

'His Highness is not well enough to talk to me,' I whispered.