He then came bowing up to me, the king standing close by, and the rest pretty near.
“You—you are not well, ma’am?” he cried in the greatest embarrassment,
“No, sir, not quite,” I answered in ditto.
“O, Mr. Clerk will cure you!” cried the king.
“Are-are you feverish, ma’am?”
“Yes, sir, a little.”
“I—I will send you a saline draught, ma’am.”
“If you please.”
And then he bowed and decamped.
Did you ever hear a more perfectly satisfactory examination? The poor modest man was overpowered by such royal listeners and spectators, and I could not possibly relieve him, for I was little better myself.