"Then I will wait."
There was a wooden chair placed near a table upon which was a lamp and various sketch-books, so I sat down and commenced to turn some pages at random. I had not given any particular attention to the man who had admitted me, but glancing at him casually I noticed that his eyes were covered or rather veiled by a green shade; he was a bearded, thick-set fellow. He advanced towards me with a portfolio in his hands.
"Perhaps your Majesty might be interested in these sketches?"
"Thank you," I said, smiling. "You suffer with your eyes?"
"Nothing serious, your Majesty, a trifle weak, that is all."
"I have not seen you before, have I?"
"I only came here last week, your Majesty."
"You assist Herr Bjornston perhaps?"
"He was kind enough to give me employment when one of his regular men fell sick."
"Oh, indeed, you are not a student then?"