He slowly and reluctantly moved towards the narrow dark stairs.
"I wish this house was finished," he said plaintively. "It is so large. The King will live here," he added. "I saw the King talking once to Mr. Wren."
Mary gave him no encouragement to stay, but he still lingered by the rotting door, that swung back against the wall, and looked at her with wide, puzzled eyes.
"I am going now," he said at last; his hands went to his cravat, which was sadly knotted. "Would you tie this for me first? Father don't like me to look untidy."
"Come here," said Mary.
He came at once and stood before her.
"I don't think I can do it," said the Queen unsteadily.
She took hold of the scrap of cambric awkwardly, while he obediently held his head up; but her cold fingers bungled, and the bow was clumsy.
"I can't do it," she murmured.
"You are so tall, ma'am!"