In fact, as is ever the case with a young mind that is thrown into vicious company, there was a lack of sufficient courage to assert better principles than were enunciated by that company.
“Well, sire,” said Blood, gaily, “you are a lucky fellow, upon my life.”
“Think you so?”
“Think I so? I am sure of it. Is he not now, Simon?”
“De-ci-ded-ly,” said Simon, “His majesty is always lucky.”
“Well, then, I suppose I am,” said the king.
“You are,” added Blood, “in more ways than one.”
“But are all the hindrances got rid of?”
“All, sire.”
“Good; and we three alone, then, now occupy this suit of apartments?”