Grace was said at the royal table by a Jesuit.

The Irish brogue, then the most hateful of all sounds to English ears, was heard everywhere in the courts and galleries.

The King himself had resumed all his old haughtiness.

He held a Council, his last Council, and, even in that extremity, summoned to the board persons not legally qualified to sit there.

He expressed high displeasure at the conduct of those Lords who, during his absence, had dared to take the administration on themselves.