

He closed his eyes, fell to mumbling, and presently was silent. After
a time he opened his eyes again, and gazed vacantly around until his
glance rested upon the kneeling Lord Chancellor. Instantly his face
flushed with wrath--

What, thou here yet!  By the glory of God, an thou gettest not about
that traitors business, thy mitre shall have holiday the morrow for
lack of a head to grace withal!

The trembling Chancellor answered--

Good your Majesty, I cry you mercy!  I but waited for the Seal.