I. — THE CHARTER OF THE CITIES
LAMBERT was standing bewildered outside the door of the King’s apartments amid the scurry of astonishment and ridicule. He was just passing out into the street, in a dazed manner, when James Barker dashed by him.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“To stop all this foolery, of course,” replied Barker; and he disappeared into the room.
He entered it headlong, slamming the door, and slapping his incomparable silk hat on the table. His mouth opened, but before he could speak, the King said:
“Your hat, if you please.”
Fidgeting with his fingers, and scarcely knowing what he was doing, the young politician held it out.
The King placed it on his own chair, and sat on it.
“A quaint old custom,” he explained, smiling above the ruins. “When the King receives the
