Koll. Listen to me!
Flink. You ought to arrest him for laughing like that! Suppose the King—
Gran. That is the King! (The KING goes on laughing. FLINK looks from him to the others, and from the others to him.)
The King. This is too much for me! (Sits down. FLINK rushes out.)
Koll. That was very bad of you.
The King. I know it was; but forgive me! I couldn't help it! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Koll. For all his queer ways, he is too good a fellow to be made a fool of.
The King. Yes, scold me; I deserve it. But, all the same—ha, ha, ha, ha!
Gran. Hush!—he is coming back. (The KING gets up as FLINK comes in again.)
Flink. Your Majesty may be assured that I would never have expressed myself as I did in your Majesty's presence if I had been fairly treated and told whom I was addressing.