"I should like to know—" I began.
"Ah!" interrupted the Chancellor, "the audience is ended; it is our turn. The Austrian Ambassador," he whispered as a gray-haired man passed us, bowing. There was an exchange of courtesies, and once more I stood before the King.
"I believe you have kept me waiting," said the King, "as Louis once said." He gazed at me from under knotted eyebrows. "I wish," petulantly, "that you had remained in your own country."
"So do I, Your Majesty," I replied honestly. The Chancellor shook with laughter, and the King glared at him furiously.
"What is your name?" asked the King in a milder tone. He was holding a missive in his hand.
"John Winthrop," I answered. I was wondering what it was all about.
"Were you born in America?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Is your family an honored one in your country?"
"It is," I answered proudly.