The Duke was up, and out of the car, in a moment.
The King followed the old statesman out on to the road more leisurely.
An odd, unexpected turn, this, in the dream, but dream, assuredly still dream—
It was a vivid little dream scene which followed.
The car had pulled up at the Paradise-Hades signpost of all places. That could only have happened in dream—
A little group of saluting soldiers, and bareheaded civilian officials, stood under the familiar signpost.
Half a dozen cars were parked in the side road, behind them.
In the centre of the main road stood an open state carriage, with a team of six grey horses, in the charge of postillions and out-riders, who were wearing the scarlet coats, and white breeches of the Royal livery.
A bodyguard of Household Cavalry, whose swords, breastplates and plumed helmets glittered in the sun, were drawn up near by.
The King turned to the Duke.