She sent a boy to fetch a physician, then turned to me, saying:—
"I'll go up to him. I believe I can quiet him."
So we went back to George's room and found him out of bed, prowling about like a caged wild thing, tossing his arms, and shouting his intention to kill the king.
"You must go back to bed, Master Hamilton," commanded Betty in her soft, low voice.
He caught her around the waist and said, laughing, "You're a good girl,
Betty."
"I hope I am, sir. But you must go back to bed," she answered.
"And you're pretty, too. Pretty and good don't usually go together," said
George, drawing her close to him.
"No, but you must go back to bed, Master Hamilton, or you will be very ill," she pleaded.
"I'll go for a kiss, Betty," he answered, bending over to take it. But she put up her hands to ward him off.
"I'll give you the kiss, Master Hamilton, if you insist. But it will be only a bribe to induce you to do what is for your own good, and if you take it, I shall never come back to your room again."