When Rochester entered the palace and passed through the antechamber, where some five or six gentlemen were sitting, he found them all laughing at something which one of their companions, who was Kneeling on the window seat and gazing out, reported to them from time to time.
"You seem gay, gentlemen," he said, walking onward, unconscious, perhaps, that he himself might have been the subject of their merriment.
"Yes, my Lord," replied one of the jokers, "we are just laughing at Bradshaw's observations from the window. You would think he was the alderman's wife, who has a corner house in the market-place of a country town, so cleverly does he settle the affairs of every one he sees go in and out of the palace."
The King's favourite did not venture to ask any more questions; but, replying, "I give him joy, both of his fine employment and your pleasant comparison," he walked on, and passed through the opposite door.
In a small cabinet to the right of the chamber beyond, he found Sir Thomas Overbury, who looked not particularly well satisfied; and Rochester felt an inclination to avoid any long discussion with him.
"Has the King asked for me?" he inquired.
"Oh, no," replied Overbury; "he has been well enough entertained during your absence."
"What with?" demanded Rochester.
"Gossip," answered Overbury, "gossip, as usual."
"Well, then," rejoined Rochester, "I will go and knock at the old lady's door."