"Oh, silly," cried the King, "you were drunk as any trooper; but I never mind what a man saith after his tenth bottle."
Romney laughed.
"You'll get more wisdom out of Tom then than when he is sober, sir!"
"And even more folly out of you, Harry," said His Majesty dryly.
He filled his tall glass, and was raising it when he glanced at Albemarle, who was looking at him steadily.
William laughed.
"Are you thinking of the doctors?" he asked.
"Your Majesty will ever disregard their advice," replied the young man, in a moved voice.
The King laughed again, not at all pleasantly or graciously.
"Do you think I would forego even the gratification this affordeth"—he touched the bottle contemptuously—"for years of life?"