Then their pleasure--not to say delirium--was so fresh and novel and inspiring that the sight of it paid me well for the interruptions which my sleep had suffered.
The king had slept just as usual--like the dead.

The Marcos could not thank him for their clothes, that being forbidden; but they tried every way they could think of to make him see how grateful they were.

Which all went for nothing: he didn't notice any change.
It turned out to be one of those rich and rare fall days which is just a June day toned down to a degree where it is heaven to be out of doors.

Toward noon the guests arrived, and we assembled under a great tree and were soon as sociable as old acquaintances.
Even the king's reserve melted a little, though it was some little trouble to him to adjust himself to the name of Jones along at first.

I had asked him to try to not forget that he was a farmer; but I had also considered it prudent to ask him to let the thing stand at that, and not elaborate it any.