And in plenty good enough time, too.
"Pardon, my king, but it's no time for ceremony--jump! Jump to your feet--some quality are coming!" "Is that a marvel?
Let them come." "But my liege! You must not be seen sitting.

Rise!--and stand in humble posture while they pass.

You are a peasant, you know." "True--I had forgot it, so lost was I in planning of a huge war with Gaul"-- he was up by this time, but a farm could have got up quicker, if there was any kind of a boom in real estate--"and right-so a thought came randoming overthwart this majestic dream the which--" "A humbler attitude, my lord the king--and quick! Duck your head! -- more!--still more!--droop it!" He did his honest best, but lord, it was no great things.

He looked as humble as the leaning tower at Pisa.

It is the most you could say of it.