The spring was brightening and blooming into summer.

The lords and squires were sick of London; and the King was sick of England.

On the fourth day of May he prorogued the Houses with a speech very different from the speeches with which he had been in the habit of dismissing the preceding Parliament.

He uttered not one word of thanks or praise.

He expressed a hope that, when they should meet again, they would make effectual provision for the public safety.
"I wish," these were his concluding words, "no mischief may happen in the mean time." The gentlemen who thronged the bar withdrew in wrath, and, as they could not take immediate vengeance, laid up his reproaches in their hearts against the beginning of the next session.
The Houses had broken up; but there was still much to be done before the King could set out for Loo.