He was amazed and delighted that, as he expressed it, his old Splosh was going to be a King.
Then the silly fellow insisted upon kissing my hand and generally playing the fool; I think he did it to keep my spirits up.
Mr. Smith looked on with a grim smile. I fancy he thought that stern realities would come soon enough.
There was a basket of provisions in the carriage; and, when we had finished our meal, he advised me to try to sleep. I took his advice, and slept like a log until he awoke me with the news that we were just getting into Katalona.
Two soldiers were lounging upon the platform as we alighted. I noticed that they saluted as we passed them, and then followed us at a little distance.
In less than an hour the car in which we had driven from the junction pulled up at Mr. Smith's house.
The driver followed us in.
Without speaking, Mr. Smith led the way into a room fitted up as a library; it was still dark, so he switched on the electric light. At the same moment, three other men entered the room. Bauen had come in with us.
He assisted me to remove my covert-coat; then, bowing deeply, stood back.
Mr. Smith advanced a step towards me.