I know the look of it.

He'll not move for six or seven hours yet." "But the coronation!" I cried in horror.
Fritz shrugged his shoulders, as I began to see was his habit on most occasions.
"We must send word that he's ill," he said.
"I suppose so," said I.
Old Sapt, who seemed as fresh as a daisy, had lit his pipe and was puffing hard at it.
"If he's not crowned today," said he, "I'll lay a crown he's never crowned." "But heavens, why ?" "The whole nation's there to meet him; half the army--ay, and Black Michael at the head.

Shall we send word that the King's drunk ?" "That he's ill," said I, in correction.
"Ill!" echoed Sapt, with a scornful laugh.

"They know his illnesses too well.

He's been 'ill' before!" "Well, we must chance what they think," said Fritz helplessly.