The Fishmonger, unlike the Butcher, was a long thin man, so thin that he seemed to have no front to him but only two sides. And he looked so sad that you felt he had either just been weeping or was just going to. Jane

stravaiging

“Can’t stop?” Nonsense!” said the King furiously. “Stop at once! I, the King, command you!” “Stop at once! The King commands you!” cried all the Courtiers.

“How many have I made today?” asked the King, turning to the Secretary. The Secretary counted the Laws he had written down in the red notebook. “Seventy-two, your Majesty,” he said, bowing low and taking care not to trip over his quill pen, which was a very large one. “H’m. Not bad for an hour’s work,” said the King, looking very pleased with himse

Upon this the King was sitting, busily making a new set of Laws. His Secretary was writing them down in a little red notebook, one after another, as the King thought of them. There were Courtiers and Ladies-in-Waiting everywhere, all very gorgeously dressed and all talking at once.