The King laughed carelessly and called, "Charles, come hither."
Then I knew that the boy must be the King's son, afterwards known as Earl of Plymouth, and found the meaning of the Duke's glance.
"Charles, what think you of women?" the King asked.
The pretty child thought for a moment, then answered, looking up,
"They are very tiresome creatures, Sir."
"Why, so they are, Charles," said the King gravely.
"They will never let a thing alone, Sir."
"No, they won't, Charles, nor a man either."
"It's first this, Sir, then that—a string, or a garter, or a bow."
"Yes, Charles; or a title, or a purse, or a commission," said the King. "Shall we have no more to do with them?"