"I said to him quite plainly—the public interests—"
Auberon turned on Wayne with violence.
"What the devil is all this? What am I saying? What are you saying? Have you hypnotised me? Curse your uncanny blue eyes! Let me go. Give me back my sense of humour. Give it me back—give it me back, I say!"
"I solemnly assure you," said Wayne, uneasily, with a gesture, as if feeling all over himself, "that I haven't got it."
The King fell back in his chair, and went into a roar of Rabelaisian laughter.
"I don't think you have," he cried.