William looked at him fiercely.
"Do you not hear that the Queen is sick?"
Sunderland's face was cold; he was disappointed in the King.
"What of this Bill for the Calling of Parliaments?" he said. "I would like to hear some good reason for that concession on the part of Your Majesty."
William made no answer; he put out his hand and motioned my lord out of his way. Sunderland stepped aside and the King left the room. They heard his high heels going quickly down the corridors.
Portland turned to M. de Zulestein.
"Why, he hath known two days that the Queen was not well."
"It was Lady Temple," answered the Master of the Robes. "She told him Her Majesty was worse than she would admit."
"But the doctors——"
"You know the King hath never had any trust in doctors—and certainly it giveth an ill-colour that she hath sent away all that are like to be infected."